[ A will save of 19 helps her keep it together, but she’s visibly staggered by the announcement nonetheless. Deliberately blowing her exhale through pursed lips, she blinks her eyes wide, processing.
Shit.
For reasons she can’t explain, dread fills her. One part of her mind stubbornly insists that she doesn’t have a son—she stopped having a son when she gave him up. When her eyes shut, she can hear his quiet wails in the hospital room.
The hospital room where they’d handcuffed her ankles to the bed. As if she’d run in the middle of labor. As if she needed the reminder of who’d gotten her there in the first place. Her eyes open again, falling on Hook, mirthless. ]
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Shit.
For reasons she can’t explain, dread fills her. One part of her mind stubbornly insists that she doesn’t have a son—she stopped having a son when she gave him up. When her eyes shut, she can hear his quiet wails in the hospital room.
The hospital room where they’d handcuffed her ankles to the bed. As if she’d run in the middle of labor. As if she needed the reminder of who’d gotten her there in the first place. Her eyes open again, falling on Hook, mirthless. ]
His name’s Henry?