Silent Agony

Jessica Lucia
Tell Your Story
Published in
4 min readMar 23, 2024

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Photo by Yuris Alhumaydy on Unsplash

“I understand the baby is no longer alive.”

The doctor’s words rolled toward me like a slow but unexpected wave. I removed the cool, wet cloth from my head, but I could barely open my eyes to look at him. Josh had gotten a nurse to turn off the lights above my bed hours ago. Still, the migraine persisted. After vomiting multiple times, the nausea had waned — at least for now.

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Jessica Lucia
Tell Your Story

Educator. Mother. Runner. Co-editor of Tell Your Story. I love the New York Mets, bridges terrify me, and I hate cottage cheese.