Atachii was propped up on the make-shift bed, swathed in sheets and looking grim. She sat with arms crossed over her chest, staring out the door. Every so often a twitch of pain would register on her face, making quite the scary scowl flash across her features. Looking down, all she could see was her swollen belly, pronounced even further being wrapped in off-white sheets tucked tight around her. Inside she could feel that little life moving, though she guessed it really wasn't that little anymore. What a strange sensation, the swaying of a body within a body. It almost made her smile, before another flash of pain lit through her. And, she knew exactly who to blame for that: Yuuki.
Her glare practically glowed with lividity as she stared out the door. She knew the bastard was out there somewhere.
"How are we feeling, Miss?"
Her head turned to the left, as she remembered there was someone else in the room. The young girl stood at her bedside, smiling down at her. Atachii studied her face, but she couldn't tell for sure whether the girl was really so kindly, or whether she was just hiding her judgement really well behind that practiced expression. Working and living here, in a sanctuary, she knew they were expected to welcome all manner of people. Atachii couldn't fathom that a human being could be so unbiased. At that point, she was pretty sure they weren't human at all. I mean, what were people without flaws, anyway?
She opened her mouth to answer the girl, and at that moment a wave of excruciating pain crashed through her. Her eyes bulged open almost unnaturally, and she grabbed the girl's arm with a grip so tight she could have cut off the blood flow. Atachii had never experienced pain like this. Ever. And she wanted it to end, now. But, just as suddenly it was gone, and as it cleared from her brain Atachii knew what it meant, knew what was coming.
Whatever anger and pain she had mulled up in the last little bit all turned to fear in that moment, transparent in her eyes as she looked up at the slightly concerned eyes of the young girl.
"It's coming."
She said it like she was predicting the apocalypse.
"O-oh! I'll fetch someone right away, just... Hold on, I'll be right back," the girl finished hurriedly and bustled off down the hallway to find someone else, someone who could deal with the situation more appropriately than she could.
Atachii sat, waiting, sweat beading on her forehead, consumed by nerves. She didn't like being in these situations. Situations she couldn't control, situations of uncertainty. She heard pattered footsteps hustling down the hallways as another wave of pain rolled through her, tearing up through her throat and out from her lips in a pained cry, a needed release.