You’re tidying up in the kitchen when you hear a faint, muffled call from the bedroom.

“Babe…?”

You pause, listening, and then she calls again, a little louder, with a hint of desperation.

“Babe… could you come here, please?”

Immediately, you dry your hands and head towards the bedroom. When you walk in, you find Yor lying in bed, curled up tightly under the blankets, her hand pressed to her lower abdomen. Her face is pale, brows knit together in pain, and she gives you a small, pleading smile when she sees you.

“It hurts…,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “I tried lying still, but… it’s just getting worse. Could you… could you stay with me? I didn’t want to bother you, but…”