The world kept insisting on being full of pain and blood.
She could really do with some nice clouds, a little breeze, maybe some rain, but the world kept arguing back with more pain and more blood. She was drenched in sweat, and none of it made any sense at all.
Not nearly forty weeks. It was becoming her mantra. Something was happening to her body that was wrong, but it couldn't be what Tolly thought it was. It wasn't time.