Shyva...
Zaiva 385. Nyla prepared for Shyva's arrival as she paced the floor of the prison, elbows angled while holding her waist. She cried in pain, banging against the wall. "This is killing me, the pain. Help me, please."
A guard came to her rescue, released her and ushered her into the health unit on the right wing of the prison facility. Her knees thrashed as they weakened with every move. "Help me." She begged the guard who wasn't attempting to make her life less hateful. "You didn't want me to get rid of your baby, and I have the mark from fighting you to stop administering you the termination pill."
