One arm was employed to push herself up onto an elbow, her fear for her baby momentarily overwhelming the blinding agony shooting through her head. There was a familiar male voice... one that she had heard numerous times in passing, but to whom it belonged she could not tell. She swung her head heavily back and forth, spirals of honey colored hair hanging to curtain her face.
"I... think so... But my baby..."
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