The cold, translucent gel hit the sensitive skin of my abdomen with a sharp, shocking chill. I winced slightly, my muscles tensing against Varg's chest, but his heavy arm locked securely around my waist, keeping me grounded. The human doctor, still visibly trembling, picked up the plastic probe. Her eyes flicked nervously toward Varg's menacing form before she pressed the device firmly against my stomach, sliding it through the thick gel.
Instantly, the massive, clunky screen hummed to life.
The dark, static grey background of the monitor flickered, and then, the sound cut through the silence of the room. It wasn't the slow, rhythmic beat of a single human child. It was a chaotic, thundering symphony.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.
Six distinct, lightning-fast rhythms echoed off the cold stone walls of the master bedroom, roaring like a violent storm within the quiet chamber.
