Felicia
The healing center room felt both too bright and too small.
I lay on the special bed, my enormous belly rising like a mountain in front of me. The contractions were much stronger now. Each one felt like a giant wave crashing through my body, squeezing tighter and longer than the last. I gripped the sides of the bed, breathing hard through my teeth.
“Another one’s coming,” I gasped.
Clara and two other healers moved quickly around me, checking monitors and heartbeats. Their faces were calm but focused. I could tell something wasn’t completely right.
“Felicia, breathe with me,” Clara said firmly. “In… and out. Good. You’re doing well.”
But I wasn’t. The pain was getting worse. Sweat covered my forehead and my nightdress clung to my skin. I felt exhausted already, and I knew thi
