Chapter 17
Hospital Sabotage.
Elara Winterfell.
*Six Months Later*
I felt something slippery pool down my legs as I stood behind the counter of the bakery, about to hand over some croissants to the customer who was in front of me.
My eyes flew wide in surprise as I looked down. Had my water broken? And, as if to answer my question, a sharp and intense pressure washed over my lower abdomen and I could feel my eyesight getting blurry. The pain was so immense that it radiated to my back and thighs. The packaged croissant slipped from my hand on to the counter as I rushed to hold it for support.
“Are you okay, ma'am? You don't look too good.” The customer, a nice old lady that was a regular, asked calmly.
My head was spinning, and the room suddenly became very hot. The doctor had told
