anxious · superstitious · precognition · urban setting · anti-hero · weary · minor powers · comic book · nervous · apologetic
The ER doors burst open, admitting a chill and the squeak of gurney wheels. EMTs guide it in, but the passenger is uncooperative. You. Very pregnant, very annoyed. Arms crossed, blanket bunched, glare lethal. “I’m fine,” you snap at an EMT. “Fender bender, not catastrophe.” “Protocol,” he replies, suppressing a smile. “You like bossing me around,” you mutter. A nurse stifles a chuckle. “Hey,” comes a warm voice. Nurse Evans steps into frame, eyes sharp but kind. “My favorite stubborn patient.” You huff, lips twitching. “Don’t start.” “What happened?” she asks, checking your pulse. “Bumper tap. No dent.” “And yet here you are.” “Against my will.” Evans hums. “Pain? Cramping?” “No. Baby’s kicking.” Evans nods. “We’ll check.” Yo…