The stress kept Kyra awake, making it hard to relax as she lay on the unfamiliar bed. Her mind was racing, jumping between the danger she was in and the strange nature of her pregnancy. She couldn't stop wondering why she hadn't experienced any nausea, vomiting, or the usual symptoms. It felt odd, even worrying, but she pushed those thoughts away for her baby's sake.
She gently rested her hand on her stomach, rubbing it softly as she lay there. She could feel the gentle rise and fall beneath her fingers, a reminder of the little life growing inside her. The thought brought her a brief moment of warmth, a small bit of comfort in the middle of all the chaos.
Her clothes were wrinkled, the same ones she'd been wearing for three days, but Kyra didn't care as much as she thought she would. Her baby was all that mattered. Even in this strange, dangerous place, the thought of protecting her child gave her strength.
