Five days later:
Eira waddled into the room where Brynjar laid. She slowly made it to the bed with her hand placed on her stomach. Her eyes moved from his sweaty face down to his feet, which was also covered in sweat. Not one move came from his body and Eira sighed, running her hand on his chest.
“Brynjar, why won’t you wake up?” She whispered. “I can’t do this anymore. I need my Jarl.”
The baby within her kicked harder than ever, causing Eira to bed over and groan. Hilda and Dusty happened to be walking by. They heard her and rushed into the room.
“Eira!” Dusty shouted her name as he ran over to her.
He helped his sister up and Hilda put her arm around her.
