Sierra
"You're doing great, just keep breathing." Abby coached, a hint of worry in her voice.
I was sitting in the corner of our cell, my dress hiked up, feeling ready to push. My brain couldn't process anything else at the moment except to try to get this pup out of me.
"Someone, please! We need help!" Abby yelled for what felt like the tenth time.
"What is all this noise?!" A guard finally approached, an attitude in his voice.
"She is giving birth! We need towels and warm water and something to cut the cord with!" Abby blurted out while I started pushing.
The guard looked a bit traumatized, quickly leaving and returning a few minutes later with some supplies he managed to rustle up. "Here, but don't expect anything else." He sneered, his cold shoulder returning.
Abby grabbed
