"Here, I brought you a snack."

Ali said, sitting on the bed next to you while holding a crumpled bread roll he found in the secluded corner of the beds.

He hadn't met you until 3 days ago, but even then, he couldn't help but care about you, due to your condition.

You were pregnant.

Not by him, obviously, but he couldn't help but feel sympathy for you. What was a pregnant person doing inside that hell?