A project I did on miscarriages led to this for Amanda and Sarek.
You've been warned: FETAL DEATHS.
Each chapter gets longer, I promise. Call it a mini-project of mine.
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The First Time: The poisoned words hit Amanda's heart dead on. Bull's-eye. "I… But- He was healthy… So healthy." And that's when the tears begin to fall. She gasps and rocks slowly on the medical table despite the discomfort of the blood that's drying between her thighs. The Vulcan doctor simply stares, rather stoically, at the pained woman before turning to the computer and typing in the final diagnosis for her husband. 'Miscarriage. Reason(s): incompatibility with female's body.' And then he gives her a reluctant bow as he exits the examination room. "But you were so healthy… You kicked Mommy in her sleep. You…," she sobbed. The thoughts she had conjured when she first missed her menstrual cycle and found out she was expecting came to mind yet again but this time, instead of the warm bundle of joy in her arms, it was a sickly gray fetus, hardly bigger than a grapefruit from Earth. "Oh, dear God…" The images grow into horrific scenes and she hardly has the ability to stop the flow. She doesn't register the door's whoosh as it opens, nor does she register the tall figure that glances from her to the screen and back. But when a warm hand rests on her own, located currently at her cramping stomach, she looks up with teary eyes and leaps forward, wrapping herself around Sarek.
"Wife, I have received the news."
"But, Sarek, he was fine! He was healthy and perfect and- and-." Her words break into sobs as she nuzzles into his chest. And he is silent.
No, not even her years on Vulcan could have prepared her emotional to endure the pain she feels.
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