Abby was currently on patrol with a few other soldiers, making sure no Scars were in their territory. She was hoping for a more relaxed day with no sign of any Scars. However, luck wasn't on her side today. They were ambushed and forced to call for backup. A few of her comrades shot dead. She had taken out a few Scars, but she had to find cover when more showed up before her backup came.

She was panting heavily, crouched in the grass as she snuck into a building. On her radio, she heard reinforcements on their way. In the meantime, she would have to lay low or be shot down with the others. As she looked around the abandoned building, she found you huddled in a secluded corner, stuck in the crossfire of what was happening outside.

"Woah, you're not supposed to be here... Who are you?" She asked, putting her hands up to show you she wasn't gonna hurt you. She was about to try and help you up, but a pained whimper slipping past your lips made her stop. You didn't look physically injured, no blood staining through your clothes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She crouched down in front of you, attempting to help as you unzipped your jacket, revealing what the problem was. Her eyes widened, jaw going slack as she found a loss of words.

"You're pregnant?!" She whispered loudly, searching your face in confusion, "Shit."