Nevara
The words had barely left the physician’s mouth before the adjoining room erupted into motion.
Two midwives entered carrying clean linens, basins, and equipment that had been prepared hours earlier. One moved immediately to the bed while the other checked the monitor beside me.
Thoren’s arm remained locked around my shoulders.
“What happens now?” he asked.
The physician stripped off his gloves and reached for another pair. “Now we determine whether her body has progressed enough for delivery.”
“And if it has not?”
“Then we help it.”
Mom squeezed my hand.
The physician examined me again.
This time, the discomfort was sharper. Everything already felt tender from the earlier checks, and the contraction that began halfway through made every muscle in my body tighten around hi
