Closely Monitored
The past few days are hazy. I understand now that I had way over extended my reserves struggling with that pendant and and dropped into a hemmoraging miscarry. Max rushed me here... to the Facility in Avios' home near the temple. I don't know how he managed that. He was as wiped by that evil spirit as I was... or more so as it focused on him and struck at him twice.
Dr. Narheen. That is the name of the specialist. She is a severe Zabrak woman with dark eyes, and pale bluish hair with small horns like I have. Her expression is always neutral. She does this, cares for me like it is a duty. Her focus is on what must be done to save me and Meela. She never softens her expression. At least she is very good at what she does. Meela is remarkably still within me.
Avios has been doing much of the care for me. He has a gentleness like his father. He is tired too, I can see it. He is going back and forth caring for me and for Maxell. Avios and Dr. Nahreen have taken several samples from me: blood, urine, amniotic fluid. They are working on callibrating the incubation unit to the ideal conditions for Meela.
*Max?*
Whenever I stir, by the time I open my eyes, Max is there beside me. *weak smile* He has not left my side... much like Deomo the last time I was in hospital. If I started to feel any pain, he would so very gently place his warm hand over my belly and rub slowly, soothing the tension. This time I am not under any sedation. I am getting stim shots of a med to reduce the contractions, instead of the medication. I feel like a pin cusshion. Max has help me eat and sit. He has sponge bathed me. I feel a bit rediculous, but I just can't move around much. He pauses often to just look into my eyes with his dark blue ones. I see both sadness and worry in them. He tries to hold these feelings from trickling along the bond. He smiles and kisses my brow. I am in good hands here.
I asked if he was able to reach Deomo. But there has been no response. Meela's energy has not been upset in anyway and I can sense her content with her connection to her father. Sometimes I can feel him humming. So I know he is not dead or lost from us forever.
This evening, while I had some more energy, Maxell carried me over to sit in his lap on a chair in front of the uncubation unit. Just so I can look at it... and get used to it. Avios knelt beside us and quietly started to explain how it worked. Max held out a hand and stopped him. Thank you Max. I was not ready to hear details. I just wanted to look at it. Meela will be placed in it. And will grow in it. Will I be well enough to handle everything or return to training and duty once she is there.
Will Max and I go through this when we have a child?
Dr. Narheen. That is the name of the specialist. She is a severe Zabrak woman with dark eyes, and pale bluish hair with small horns like I have. Her expression is always neutral. She does this, cares for me like it is a duty. Her focus is on what must be done to save me and Meela. She never softens her expression. At least she is very good at what she does. Meela is remarkably still within me.
Avios has been doing much of the care for me. He has a gentleness like his father. He is tired too, I can see it. He is going back and forth caring for me and for Maxell. Avios and Dr. Nahreen have taken several samples from me: blood, urine, amniotic fluid. They are working on callibrating the incubation unit to the ideal conditions for Meela.
*Max?*
Whenever I stir, by the time I open my eyes, Max is there beside me. *weak smile* He has not left my side... much like Deomo the last time I was in hospital. If I started to feel any pain, he would so very gently place his warm hand over my belly and rub slowly, soothing the tension. This time I am not under any sedation. I am getting stim shots of a med to reduce the contractions, instead of the medication. I feel like a pin cusshion. Max has help me eat and sit. He has sponge bathed me. I feel a bit rediculous, but I just can't move around much. He pauses often to just look into my eyes with his dark blue ones. I see both sadness and worry in them. He tries to hold these feelings from trickling along the bond. He smiles and kisses my brow. I am in good hands here.
I asked if he was able to reach Deomo. But there has been no response. Meela's energy has not been upset in anyway and I can sense her content with her connection to her father. Sometimes I can feel him humming. So I know he is not dead or lost from us forever.
This evening, while I had some more energy, Maxell carried me over to sit in his lap on a chair in front of the uncubation unit. Just so I can look at it... and get used to it. Avios knelt beside us and quietly started to explain how it worked. Max held out a hand and stopped him. Thank you Max. I was not ready to hear details. I just wanted to look at it. Meela will be placed in it. And will grow in it. Will I be well enough to handle everything or return to training and duty once she is there.
Will Max and I go through this when we have a child?
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