Situation: Harley's miscarriage

Harley's p.o.v

I am laying in a tight fetal position. Mister J stirs over to my side of the bed. "Harley, your body feels tense. Why are you in a tight fetal position?" greatly concern, he asks. "I am experiencing cramps. Something is wrong with the baby" I complain. "I am going to get Ivy. Please hold on" he comforts me. True to his word, Mister J returns with Ivy. Ivy concludes I have experienced a miscarriage. I am absolutely heartbroken. I embrace Mister J's softer emotionally sensitive human side.