Allissa
I was losing the war with my own body.
Every contraction hit like a meteor, atomic and intense. My knees were up, my hands curled so tight I was gouging the tender skin of my own palms. Sweat slicked my scalp, pooled in the valley of my chest, and trickled down the sides of my face in slow, traitorous lines. I wanted to hang on as long as I could. I was hoping Darren would make it back in time, but it wasn’t looking good.
Eira was by my side with her cool hands and gentle whispers. She asked if I wanted the doctor, but I was in denial that I needed one already. She pressed a cold cloth to my forehead and brushed the sodden hair from my eyes. “Remember to breathe.”
I wanted to ask her if she could go look for Darren, but then everything outside went wrong. The light in the room
