Stevens howls. His hands are deep inside Remi’s belly. The incision contracts around his wrists.
“Sedative!” Stevens shouts. Dave moves past me and across the tiles. He slams into a cabinet, spilling syringes everywhere.
“Hurry!”
Remi sleeps. Her face blurs amid the chaos. I move closer. Beautiful. Her mouth, the gentle breath under her nose. Remi dreams and I fall, sleeping.
Dave knocks me to the floor. The room comes back into focus.
“It’s over,” Dave says, crouching next to me. Stevens lays on the floor bleeding.
I search Dave’s face, hoping.
“It’s a girl,” he says. “God help us.”