Pregnant?
Valek POV:
I was rereading Yelena's dossier again. Yelena. A complex prisoner at best- a mystery I wanted to solve. She had no known reason to kill and yet here she was in the Commander's dungeon for committing the crime. A conundrum. I wished to know what made her tick. Everything was in place. Oscove had been dealt with a week ago with a strong dose of My Love and now I tasted the Commander's food. He had began badgering me to find a replacement: he complained to hate eating cold food. I already knew who the replacement was.
Surviving the nine months in the dungeon was the first part of my grand scheme, next to offer the position and hope she take the bait. She was the only link to Brazell I had been able to get my hands on, I would not lose her without a fight. Unlike others I did not believe he went soft after asking for a permit to build an orphanage but I couldn't find anything to suggest otherwise. Nothing he did was not to help him in the long run. So I found his request suspicious. Then he denies my requests to talk to his 'children', saying 'they had suffered enough'. He rubbed me up the wrong way.
A knock at the door interrupted my musings. "Enter!" I called out.
A prison guard rushed in, forgetting all manners. I glared at his audacity and for intruding upon my space but it soften slightly when he spluttered out a prisoner had gone into labour. All annoyance and thoughts of Yelena left me as I sprinted to the dungeons. As I neared, fear crept along, there was only two females in these dungeons: an older woman and Yelena. The breath puffed out my lungs when realisation dawned.
Dread whirled through me like a hurricane. How was she pregnant? Why was a pregnant woman kept in the dungeons? Didn't the guards know? How had they missed the signs? Was she going to be okay? Would she survive?
I reached the cell to see it swarmed with guard and medic mummy. In one of the guards withered a screaming Yelena, it was heart wrenching to watch. Her petite form was even smaller than when she entered and the baby bump looked massive in comparison to her small form. Her tattered red prison gown hung on her frame loosely. Disgust coursed through me. Did they not have any human feelings at all? How could they leave a pregnant woman down here? The conditions were horrible for the grown accused, but for a baby, they could do serious, irreparable damage. Stale bread and dirty water was a far cry from nutritious and could barely sustain one person. How she survived was a miracle, especially if her baby did to.
Ordering everyone to clear the room and make way, I scooped her into my arms, holding her hand to help her ground herself to this plane, hoping to not lose her to the pain completely... or worse.
While I had witnessed many things, childbirth was one of the few I had not. I did not wish to, knowing the odds were against her.
Laying her in a cot nearest the medic's office, I stand to leave only to find I can't. Yelena clutched my hand like a life line, her eyes glossed over in pain, so I laid with her through the pain, glad I could bring some relief to her unending hell.
Dilana rushed through the open doors and quickly reach Yelena's side. "Poor thing. Do you think she will... make it?" she asked, truly worried for the young woman. I could ask the same thing.
Will she survive?
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