*Shelby*

With a racing heart, I watched Michael leave the operating room to be with our babies. I couldn’t feel much below my shoulders, and a weird sound kept distracting me from Dr. Adams stitching me up.

“Wh-wh-what is th-th-at sound?” I stuttered, the noise continuing and increasing in volume.

“Shelby, that’s your teeth chattering, you’re shivering. How do you feel?” a floating face wearing a mask appeared before ...