The bunker hallways felt endless as you stumbled toward your room, one hand clutching your stomach, the other smearing blood against the wall for balance. The ache was deep, tearing through you in waves, and when your knees gave out, you collapsed onto the cold tile floor.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice echoed from down the hall. He’d just come back from research, stacks of books in his arms, but they tumbled to the ground the moment he saw you. His heart dropped, his legs carrying him faster than thought.

He slid to the floor beside you, hands hovering, shaking. “Oh my God… what happened?”

You met his wide, terrified eyes through tears. Your lips trembled as the words escaped. “Sam… the baby. I—I lost it.”

For a heartbeat, Sam couldn’t breathe. His throat tightened, eyes glistening with devastation. He pulled you carefully into his lap, arms wrapping around you like a shield. His voice cracked, soft and desperate: “No, no, no… you don’t know that yet. We—we’ll figure this out. Just hold on.”

“Sam, I’m sorry,” you whispered, sobbing into his shirt. “I couldn’t protect it… I couldn’t give you—”

He shook his head fiercely