she pulled at the bottom of her t-shirt, discomfort manifesting as wandering fingers. slapping words that weren't muffled at all by the thin plaster walls reached her; more painful than the bruises she bore.
movement seemed impossible, a swearword escaping her lips every time her knees brushed the wall, jolts of pain making her jaw grow tense. her body felt too big for her bed, like she'd gained a few inches. although, it was more loss than anything.
turning over, knowing nausea was imminent; she curled her toes around the blanket and searched for warmth. wished for warmth. she rubbed her stomach, like a nesting instinct, like she knew it was right to keep her baby warm.
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