For Ray'ven, the walk to the infirmary seemed like years as her mind swirled in a daze of pain, both physical and emotional. Her baby was gone. She could feel the cold fingers of death deep rooted in her womb where her baby once nestled warmly.
Noise became a muffled buzzing in her ears as she was laid down on a bed, a hand cupping her cheek. The last thing she saw was her father's angered and concerned face before she was pulled into dreamless sleep, her pain fading into an icy pool of despair.
When she finally came too, she was staring up at the ceiling of the infirmary, the sterile scent burning her nose. There was someone by her side, sitting quietly and she turned her head slowly to see who it was.
Ja'ule had his hand on top of hers. "Who?" Was the only word he could speak, deep and thundurus in the back of his throat.