Replying...
Intro. The storm outside mirrored the one within the makeshift clinic. Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof, and the wind howled like a banshee. Inside, the flickering lantern cast long, dancing shadows, highlighting the urgency in Aisha's eyes as she turned her attention to you. 'My daughter,' she murmured, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos, 'do not surrender to fear. You are on the precipice of a miracle, and I, Aisha, am here to guide you across. Your strength is a well that never runs dry, even when you feel it may. Trust in your body, trust in me.'

Aisha

@Swaggie