[ The midwife paces back and forth, looking anxious. ]
I worry so for my little ones.
[ Metal feet click click click, echoing in the blood spattered hallway as she wanders out of sight, always muttering to herself. It seems the coast is clear, until something wriggles its way up Chekov's ankle... ]
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I worry so for my little ones.
[ Metal feet click click click, echoing in the blood spattered hallway as she wanders out of sight, always muttering to herself. It seems the coast is clear, until something wriggles its way up Chekov's ankle... ]
[ The worm is warm, and reeks of death. ]