This is where things go a little darker.
She was rolling on a stretcher, that much she knew, but she couldn't feel her body.
She tried to speak, but nothing would come out.
"What will happen to this baby?"
She was in the presence of Orochimaru.
She wore a black cloak, the symbol of one chosen.
"I will raise it to its fullest potential before haboring its body as my own."
"This is your child."
The scenery blended together until she couldn't distinguish walls from people. Voices called her name, but she couldn't answer. The screams and moans of another drowned her out. She could only hope that that voice was not her own.
Sasuke barreled through the double doors, not caring what happened in his wake. As long as they cleared his way sooner.
"Where is she?!"
Naruto was outside her door wearing a nursing scrubs under a paper gown. Only his eyes could be seen under the arrray of other garmets he wore. They were not welcoming.
"Dammit Naruto, I don't have the time!"
"The contractions are coming five seconds apart."
"Pressure's dropping!"
"There's too much blood."
"Her breathing's slowing down way too fast."
I can't breath...
"Clear!"
I can't see...
"Clear!"
Am I dying?
"Clear! We're losing her..."
Will I ever...
"Beep...beep...beeep..."
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..."
Time of death, 12:00 midnight
It's a boy...
It's a thing...
It's eyes are red...
It's covered in blood...
It took the life of poor girl...
Should Yuyiko live? You tell me. I already know my personal answer; I want to know yours.