Lyra's POV
Five months later.
I screamed, grunting in pain as a contraction hit me. My hands clenched the sides of the hospital bed, nails digging into the fabric as I tried to focus on breathing through the painful contraction. “Arrgh!” I screamed as another hit me. Sweat beaded my foreheads, the lights above my head were blinding. I felt dizzy. Confused and in pain.
The sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the sounds of hurried footsteps and beeping monitors around me, creating a chaotic symphony that matched the storm inside my body.
"You're doing great, Lyra," a nurse said, her voice calm and encouraging. I barely heard her over the pounding of my heart and the rush of blood in my ears. I wasn't doing great. This was f*****g hell. f*****g pain. Another contraction surged through
