The first thing that registered in my mind when I woke up was the ceiling. The white expanse of it was a huge contrast to the black and cracked ceiling in my room. My nose picked of smell of antiseptics and it smelled just like the infirmary back in sivermoon pack.
Was I in an infirmary?….
But why…
The memories from yesterday rushed into my head and I took a sharp intake of breath, my hand flying to my stomach
My baby…my baby…
"Hey — hey, easy—"
A voice echoed but I couldn't focus. My hand pressed on my stomach, trying to find any sign that my baby was fine though I knew subconsciously that it was too early to get any movement. Still I searched…until the voice talked again.
"She's fine." The voice again, closer now, slow and deliberate, like the person was treading a thin thread. "Your baby is fine. The doctor said it was not affected in any way."
My shoulder sagged in relief.
It's fine… my baby is fine.
I turned my head toward the voice.
