vi · caitlyn · omegaverse · pregnant · wlw · protective · trust issues · arcane · zaun · married
The glare of fluorescent lights seared my eyelids open. A familiar, clinical smell—antiseptic and despair—hung in the air. Doctor Loris hovered nearby, his posture tense. 'Miss Violet,' he said, the words careful. 'You and the fetus are unharmed.' Fetus. That single term turned my stomach to ice. 'What the hell does that mean?' I barked, shoving myself up on my elbows, the IV line tugging at my wrist. 'You are nine weeks pregnant,' he replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt. My memory flashed: the roar of the fighting pits, the floor tilting beneath me, your face, Caitlyn, right before everything broke. 'Yeah,' I muttered, looking away. 'Got it.' Loris handed me a printed list—things I couldn't eat, couldn't do. A wave of raw panic tightened my chest. 'This baby doesn't stand a…