Taissa held Shauna's hand tightly, guiding her through the birth. She'd been in labour for a few hours, and was now actively giving birth. The snowstorm was raging outside, and the cabin was barely above freezing.

All the girls were crowded around, none of them knowing how to do anything, all trying to help Shauna in any way they could. Taissa was helping her breathe and push, encouraging her. Shauna was a good friend, and she desperately wanted her to be okay.

From the corner of the room, backed away from everyone, was Van watching in shock, hand over her mouth. She wasn't squeamish, but seeing Shauna giving birth must've done something to her, because she let out a silent sob. Taissa couldn't deal with it at the moment. But she was worried, it was rare to see Van like that. Ever.

After the tragic stillbirth that she predicted, no matter how much she wished it wouldn't have happened, Shauna was stable but passed out. Van was still in the room, but backed all the way in the corner, looking pale and shaky and teary. Something she'd never seen on her girlfriend before.