How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The aftermath

Speech = "......"

Thoughts = [.....]

{Voices...}

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"My oh my, you really are a bold one..."

"Eh?"

The singsong like voice continued, amusement dripping from every words yet with a small titbit of respect at the edges.

"Openly flirting with the Chief Justice himself in public...to start cozening yourself up with the Hydro archon herself merely a few hours after..?"

The sound of footsteps started to grow closer, especially with that clop like sound heels liked to do. The voice...was familiar, very much though indeed, but from where did it came..?

Turning around she tried to peer into the darkness, her eyes catching on the glinting light coming from a series of jewels and pendants that were attached to a person, a person..that slowly, but confidently stepped into the light, revealing a rather attractive, if not down right gorgeous woman in a rather revealing outfit.

Her golden hair cascading down one of her bare shoulders, a single silvery eye staring back at hers, the other...hidden by a black, funerary mask that looked actually quite cool-

[Oh no..]

"And here I thought that I would come across something more mundane, how nice to be proven wrong~"

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Why did it had to be blond babes...?

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º...Hospital wing...º

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(.....Crucabena point of view....)

Everything was a blurry mess to her eyes...

Shadows drifted and twisted around her like smoke, their shapes distorted until she could no longer tell if they were people, walls, or just figments of her mind. Voices echoed in fragments, overlapping and tangling into a background hum she could not separate into words.

In a place like this, in this half-conscious haze, time had lost all meaning, her breath shallow and ragged even though a part of her mind told her that she was fine. She felt weak even though she was not hurt, her muscles ached even when no one had laid a hand on her.

But.. among these perilous, drifting sensations that assailed her...something continued to cut through the fog.

Repeating itself, again..and again....

CRACK

Her whole body stiffened, cold sweat prickled at her eyes...

CRACK..

A meaty, loud thud that reverberated inside her skull, yet wanted to get out, one that brought with it the bitter sting of copper into her mouth and the thought of a ripe fruit shattering against the ground. But it was not a fruit...it could not be one..