“Somebody help!” Felicia screams, horror designs her face. “My child, Nana?” she cries, voice breaking apart.
A few maids and guards who always stay nearby dash into the room. The fear on Felicia’s face mirrors on theirs as their eyes land on the bed.
“Blood… blood…” Felicia stammers, pointing with trembling fingers. Her chest heaves, panic closing her throat. “The healer! Get the healer!” she finally screams, her voice cracking.
The guards bolt out the door without question. One of the maids stumbles, catches herself, and rushes to the bedside. Felicia kneels beside Nana, heart pounding painfully in her chest.
Nana’s breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps. Her body shudders with each contraction. Sweat beads on her pale forehead, and her lips tremble as she struggles to hold back cries
