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"You're so big now," her husband soothed, wrapping his arms around her small pregnant frame. He smiled at her and placed a peck on her cheek, then one on her neck. His hands slipped down her body and landed on her belly, circling it smoothly and calmly. Tetri's smile grew wide and she turned to look at her beloved Roger. She reached her hands up and cupped them over his cheeks, bringing his face close to hers, and then giving him a light kiss on the lips. "This is our baby," she cooed, her bright eyes lighting up with the mention of the child.

They stared at each other for a while, and admiring the look in each others' eyes, the gleam that shone from both of them, connecting to the other and dancing in a swirling gaze of happiness. Tetri drew in a deep breath and patted one of Roger's cheeks before lowering her hands and waddling away towards their small kitchen. "Stew again tonight?" She asked, turning around to him while he took a seat on the couch.

"Yes'm," he replied. Tetri nodded and began to dig the pots of ingredients out of the fridge for mixing the stew, and then halted her actions when a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. "Ack!" she cried, holding her bulging stomach, and threw her side against the wall, slipping down to the floor against it.

"Tetri?" She looked up, a frazzling amount of pain plastered on her face as she responded to her husband calling her name. Shock filled her system entirely when her eyes traveled down the length of his body, to the floor, and then down to herself where she saw herself sitting in a small puddle of blood that only seemed to be growing. Her eyes were wide, and she remained speechless. "Roger....." she huffed out, and threw her head against the wall, unsure of what was actually happening.

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"Mmff.." Tetri groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She let out a small, tired sigh and picked her head up from the table it was resting on, and slid her hands off of it to place them in her lap. She drew in a deep breath and exhaled carefully, confusingly glancing around at the open common area of other patients. She cocked an eyebrow at the mass of people here now, taking note that this was most definitely not where she had been recently.

She turned her tired eyes to face her escort, Shenz, who was sitting across from her at the table, toying with a thin rope that seemed to lead back to her wrist. "What?" She forced out, her high voice sending a shrill ring through Shenz's ear. "What?" he repeated back to her, confusion now overcoming him as he realized she was finally awake.

"What?" She asked again, and then pointed out at the many patients occupying the area.

"You're in the common room, go read a book or something." Shenz suggested and went back to toying with the thin rope.

"What happened to Roger?" She asked, her voice becoming shaky as fear began to set in.

"Who? Look, just go fuck around until your time is up, okay?" Shenz wanted no part of Tetri's delirious confusion. He was still pretty pissed at her for kicking him earlier in the experimentation room and he wasn't just going to let that slide due to her off-set mind.

"That girl.... She's sleeping..." Tetri commented, staring down the way at a woman who was resting in a wheelchair. "I think she forgot her towel." Tetri shrugged and stood up from the table, balancing herself to make sure she was okay to walk around for a little bit. She still felt somewhat dizzy from the procedure.

"Hey!" She shouted across the room, hoping the girl would hear her. She chewed on the inside of her cheeks and turned to Shenz who had release the thin rope to let it dangle down on the floor from Tetri's wrist.. "Just go..." Shenz waved her off and turned around to face the other direction, observing the other patients in the room.

Tetri nodded and drew in a deep breath and made her way on over to the woman sitting in a wheel chair, her hair dripping tiny puddles onto the slick floor. "YOU FORGOT YOUR TOWEL," Tetri screamed into the woman's ear and hiked her skirt up to rip a piece of it off and placing it over the woman's lap. "There."

Proud of herself, the frail woman gave a wide smile and looked around, her attention settling on two men sitting in another area that was closer to the library portion of the common room. A disgusted look quickly replaced her smile and she scoffed at them, noticeably. "They killed my husband, you know," she tried explaining to the wet-haired woman she stood next to. "They did, and I see'd them do, it, I catch'd 'em and I think they're gon' keel me, but I tell ya, my Roger, he is goin'ta whip'um. Say, that fool is somewhere hangin'..."

Her fidgety fingers made their way towards a close by dull pencil and she picked it up, placed in her pocket, and patted it against her leg. "Can't fool me, Roger, you jus' stay safe in this pocket'ere." Tetri then turned back to the wet-haired sleeping woman and shook her head, unsure of what to think of this strange person who would just wet their hair and forget a towel. What was she even thinking? Surely, she wanted to catch a cold, otherwise she wouldn't have forgotten a towel! But Tetri was ultimately glad that she was able to assist the woman with something that would help dry her hair. Hell, maybe the woman would even keep the piece of the skirt so that she'd never run out of a towel again.