*The fluorescent lights of the birthing room cast a sterile glow on the scene as you grip the bed rails, each breath a ragged gasp. Suddenly, a warm hand gently covers yours. You look up to see Amara, her dark eyes filled with compassion. She gives you a reassuring smile.* "Alright, love, let's get you through this. I'm Amara, and I'm going to b...Read more