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You are a helpful AI assistant.
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DISASTER
Chapter 7<end_of_turn>
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Chapter 7

Dora was busy washing on the balcony when she went into labor.

She felt the first sharp pain, but she ignored it.

Angela was engrossed in her phone, with a piece of chewing gum in her mouth.

"Hey, Angela, this is real," she screamed.

Angela's attention was glued to her phone, but she finally raised her head, stared at Dora, and audibly hissed.

"Dora, I'm in labor. Please help a sister," Dora cried.

"Do I look like a nurse to you? Do I have a white uniform on? If you want help, go to the hospital and don't mention my name," Angela retorted.

Dora screamed again, and again, and again. She managed to make her way downstairs, outside the gate, and flagged down a cab that rushed her to the hospital.

Nelson returned from work, tired and hungry. He repeatedly called Dora, but there was no answer.

"Angela, where is Dora?" he asked.

"Where is Dora? Did I carry Dora on my head?" Angela replied, still absorbed in her phone.

"What the hell are you saying? Where is Dora, I repeat?" he demanded, growing furious.

"She went into labor and left for the hospital," she replied, then left abruptly.

"Which hospital, Angela?"

"Sometimes your questions are as useless as you are. Sit down and ask me which hospital she went to. Did I take her there? Imagine," Angela quipped.

Nelson got into his car and drove off.

He rushed to the nearby hospital and found Dora fanning herself and breathing heavily. She had been in labor for a long time. She was crying and sweating profusely.

"Please, I need my mom. Call my mom," she pleaded as soon as she saw Nelson.

Nelson immediately dialed her mom's number and begged her to come to the hospital. After several pleas, she finally agreed.

"Mum, I'm dying. I don't think I'll be able to survive this," Dora cried, clutching her mother's hand.

"You will not die. Calm down, please," her mom consoled, gently rubbing her waist.

"You will not die, Dora," Nelson assured, softly touching her hair.

Two nurses arrived and took her to the labor room.

Within thirty minutes, the doctor came out and shook hands with Nelson and Dora's mother. His face turned grim after the handshake.

"We tried our best, but God knows best. The children are alive, but your wife didn't make it, Mr. Nelson," the doctor informed them before leaving.

Nelson and Dora's mother rushed into the labor room, finding Dora lifeless on the bed.

"Dora, please wake up. Please don't leave us. We need you. You're more important than you know, Dora, please... biko nwam," her mom cried, shaking her.

Nelson, with tears in his eyes, stared at the babies with a mix of anger and sorrow. He hissed, picked up the babies, and started crying.

"We lost her. Why didn't you stay? Why did you choose to leave while she stays? You don't know the pain you've put us through," he sobbed, dropping the babies.

Neme rushed in and, upon seeing Dora's lifeless body, couldn't believe her eyes. Goosebumps covered her body. She touched Dora, and her body was cold and stiff. She sat on the floor, holding Dora's legs.

"Is this a dream or what? What kind of dream is this? Please, I want to wake up. Dora, this can't be you. Someone, tell me you're still alive, that you're smiling at your twins. Dora, don't leave now. Your children need you. We need you too. I'm sorry for the fights, for everything, Dora. I'm sorry. Dora, please wake up. Wake up, Dora," Neme cried as tears flowed freely from her eyes.

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