The pain seemed much more unbearable as soon as she began to realise that she might be losing the child she wasn't even sure she had an hour ago.
Desperate, she crawled back to the bedside and reached out her hand to ring the bell.
But it was out of her reach. She swallowed as another painful wave racked through her lower back and stomach.
"Rory!" She tried calling out at the top of her lungs, but her voice came out small, nearly a whimper.
Deciding against calling for help again, she reached out for the bell again, raising herself higher than she had the strength to.
If she could do anything, she would rather do it than face regret later.
The bell rang. She tugged and tugged and tugged, until she was sure that someone would have been stirred by her abnormal request.
She waited awhile, she clutching the bell and remaining in the awkward position that made white-hot pain shoot up her spine.
She might even be dying, she thought.
