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“Come in, quickly,” I said, and I let them inside the cafe, and locked the door behind them. I showed them to the back room, where there was a table and some chairs, and I helped the pregnant woman lay down on the table. I didn't have any medical training, but I had watched a lot of Grey's Anatomy so I was basically an expert.
“Do you have any anesthesia or painkillers?” I asked, but the man shook his head.
“No, they're all illegal. We can't even get aspirin anymore,” he said.
“Okay, then, we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way. Boil some water, get some towels, and sterilize a knife. And give her something to bite on, so she doesn't scream too loud,” I said. Elliot nodded and started to work.
I looked at the woman's face, and I realized that I recognized here too—she was famous American raper Cardi B. I wondered how she had gotten pregnant, and why she wanted to abort the baby. Maybe she had been raped by a Trump supporter, or maybe she just didn't want to bring a child into this awful world. I didn't ask her, and she didn't tell me. She just closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally.
