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Mel gets out of there without even grimacing, but she gets out of there. And fast.
It's not bad. Not painful. Not compared to everything she's been through before, but it's wrong. It feels wrong, and she knows it's not the baby. It's her.
The first cramp hits on the third floor, and she has to stop, putting a hand against the wall. Again, not really anything she hasn't put up with before. Mel's never suffered much by that. But. But. But. It still hurts.
And she's so strong. She grits her teeth and hurries down the next flight of stairs.
By the time she hits the second floor corridor, she's yelling, "TRIS!"
It's not bad. Not painful. Not compared to everything she's been through before, but it's wrong. It feels wrong, and she knows it's not the baby. It's her.
The first cramp hits on the third floor, and she has to stop, putting a hand against the wall. Again, not really anything she hasn't put up with before. Mel's never suffered much by that. But. But. But. It still hurts.
And she's so strong. She grits her teeth and hurries down the next flight of stairs.
By the time she hits the second floor corridor, she's yelling, "TRIS!"