Characters: Andromeda, whoever hears her pitiful cries
((Anyway, I spoke with Skell and she agreed with me that it would be a good idea for Meda to go into labour before school ends so that she can have interaction with people and such. I've been caught up in finals and starting a new job so my nights have been crazy but after tomorrow night, I have summer and a work-less, cast-less weekend. Woo Hoo! Anyhoo, can we pretend that this is before everyone went home? June... 18th, let's say? Much appreciated. Thank you. Feel free to drama it up. XD))
It was nearly eight and I could find nothing better to do than catch forty winks. Twenty, more like, if I was lucky. My night shirt came first and I dug around for my pants a bit, looking for the only pair that comfortably fit around my stomach. Alas, it wasn't in my trunk, under my bed or in the cat's bed (don't ask). Blast!, I thought to myself as I relised that the house-elves must have taken the liberty of washing it.
With a defeated sigh, I smushed my pillows and pulled back the covers. They got halfway when I swallowed a gasp and bent double. My stomach, my pelvis, whatever it was, it hurt. Shooting pain was blasting through me like fire and I felt as if my baby had just imploded. There's something wrong, I screamed inside my head.
Grasping my belly, I managed to sit on the bed and take a deep breath before my legs and backside were suddenly covered in water and the pain appeared again. I cried out as loud as I could, hoping that someone would hear my plea for help.
Could I possibly be having my baby?, I thought with panic, But it's too soon.