*Noah*
Outside of the healer’s room, I stood there, leaning on the door. Zara had been escorted to a separate room, still in range of the baby, should she want to get up and check on her.
She’d fallen asleep, the stress far too much for her. I felt a heavy weight on me, exhaustion and bone-deep worry radiating from my body.
Eventually, I took a trip to the bathroom, needing to splash some water on my face before returning to my bleak vigil. When I fastened my eyes on myself, I realized just how many harsh lines were carved into my face.
The stress was clearly getting to me too, no matter how much I tried to keep it together. Any shifter bombarded like this would feel the same way, though.
“Stay awake, stay attentive,” I whispered to myself. “She needs to make it. My baby girl needs to make it.” I clenched my jaw, tears starting to stream down my face.
Could she make it?
