They were brought into the hospital beds together, now lying side by side. Looked fine, talked fine---just didn't seem fine. I was their long-time friend, advisor, personal doctor; they'd called me up after being waken conscious.

"So, what brings you two here?" I asked, flipping my pen out from my whitish jacket and scribbling down something confusing.
The newly weds watched my hand's movements anxiously, as if my hand were to suddenly snap and strike at them like an angry lion. "We're in troublesome times," the man finally spoke.
"....Yes, I see that," I continued to scribble, "so you two had an accident..."
"An ACCIDENT." declared the young woman.
I looked up at her. Her hair was successfully neat, and messy. "Yes, an accident. I thought I said so."
"......It was an accident....," she murmered. The voice was grave and stone-hard, like a windswept tombstone. "An accident...." My right brow began to slowly arch.
The man faced her. "Now stop!" he hissed, "and don't you start that all over again here....!" His eyes searched her face for the slightest hint of amusement, understanding, tenderness---yet, he failed to detect a single one.
I looked at each of the two, and then the both of them as a set. "Am I being left out on something?"
"She just had a miscarriage," the man spat out. "Another one. We saw Wu you know, two times...... and that bastard let this happen twice." The woman suddenly straightened up, her face further forlorn but strongly determined; as if the momentum of this reality had ignited her into action. "Yes," she said, "Doctor Wu. It was Wu, Wu all along."
Now both my brows were equally and highly arched. "But couldn't you have called me, being around here so often then?---And Wu, oh Wu....."  I couldn't continue.