Ice Ice Baby

Pain sears through the poor babe's abdomen better than a branding iron, her mind conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion. Without meaning to her reptilian bodice curls into something fetal, something primeval and all the while the pain burns and radiates. She squirmed on the ground like a fish on the floor, and with each step her stomach tightened and ached all the more. She kept swallowing, and her throat kept clenching, but no matter what she could not stop the warm feeling rising through her chest. Then she could taste it at the back of her mouth. The babe buckled over. A warm, clouded, cream coloured liquid spilled from her mouth, and sizzled as it splashed over the Mother Nature blanket. It was only then that she heard a voice before her, her mind fuzzy, voluptous ink blank lips stained with the containt of her stomach as she forgot about embarrassament, she wanted the pain to be over, as it was clear that she has been through a battle but she was not able to answer, therefoew she shook her regalia in a negative response praying the other will understand the meaning behind it.