Geldo-take-the-Blame
Melodia dragged her hands over her belly, moaning. Her knees jerked as she throbbed into her mattress; the sheets leaked sweat and stifled her like a furnace. She groaned, her voice rattling in her throat with an alarming lack of air, and soon she was screaming with her legs thrown apart, mouth gaping, and face too pale.
Several hours later, they slipped into the room and lined her bedside, announcing that the baby was strong and doing fine. When they asked her if she would like to see him, she replied weakly that no, she was not quite ready yet, and that maybe later she would. So they tended to her until she was lightly dozing, her delicate features slack from the exertion of screaming.
She looked as though she would sink into her pillows and vanish out of sight, so small and weak was she. They pitied her, because she was only sixteen, and there was no telling who the father was.
She wouldn't tell. And she fell anyway.
A/N: Actually, I'm not saying that this is canon... I'm just saying what would happen if life were a nightmare.
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