"The baby's condition is... not great," the nurse said carefully, her voice soft but laden with concern.
"What? She's pregnant?"
"What's wrong with the baby? Can you be more specific?"
Two voices rang out, one shocked and the other calm.
Mirea's voice was the first—loud and disbelieving. Zeth's was controlled and cold.
Mirea snapped out of her shock and quickly asked, "How bad is it? What's wrong with the baby?"
The nurse looked at them, her expression grim. "It's a very high-risk pregnancy. Without constant monitoring, it's unlikely the baby will make it. And, after this, she may not be able to conceive again."
Neither Mirea nor Zeth said a word. Mirea instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, and a quiet sob escaped her.
In the cold, sterile hospital corridor, the harsh fluorescent lights s……
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