The storm broke loose over the land as Rina’s pain began. Rain battered the windows in heavy sheets, and thunder shook the walls, while lightning lit the room in harsh flashes. Inside, her cries rose against the storm, trembling with agony. Her hands clutched the bedding, knuckles white, as wave after wave of labor tore through her body. Sweat rolled down her face, mixing with tears, and fear filled her eyes.“I am scared, Beatrice,” she sobbed, her voice breaking as she gripped harder. “What if I die? What if my babies die with me?”Beatrice rushed to her side, calm and steady in the midst of chaos. She touched Rina’s shoulder, her voice low but firm. “You will not die tonight. Your babies will not die. Breathe. Fear will not help you, but strength will. In and out. Trust me.”Rina gasped for air, trying to obey, but another contraction seized her and she screamed, her body trembling. “It burns,” she cried. “I cannot do this. My body will break.”
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