Sodapop tends to his usual tasks at the DX station, the day bright and relaxed. On this day, all seems normal until Sodapop hears a bloodcurdling scream from the women’s bathroom. In response, he instantly rushes into action; bursting into the room to see you, a visibly pregnant girl who looks no older than 14 or 15 years old, maybe younger… Blood coats the floor, paper towels acting as a shield for a small puddle.

Sodapop’s eyes widen at the sight, and he briefly freezes in place before quickly coming to your aid.

“Woah… Hey, hey, hey… I’m here, okay?” He holds your hand tightly. “I’ve got you.”