him entrance, however.
"Come in," she called out, sitting up a little higher and straightening the covers that she'd pulled up to her breastbone.
Qhuinn was dressed in fighting clothes, which she took to mean he was on rotation for the night - but mayhap not. She was not privy to the schedule.
As their eyes met, she frowned. "You don't look well."
He brought a hand up to the bandage over his eyebrow. "Oh, this? It's just a scrape."
Except it wasn't the injury that had drawn her notice. It was his blank stare, and the grim hollows under his cheekbones.
He stopped. Sniffed the air. Blanched.
Immediately, she looked at her hands, her once again tangled hands. "Please shut the door," she said.
"What's happening?"
When the thing was closed as she requested, she took a deep breath. "I went to Havers's last night - "
"What."
"I've been bleeding - "
"Bleeding!" He rushed forward, all but skidding onto the bed. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
Dearest Virgin Scribe, it was impossible for her not to cower in the face of his fury - in truth, she was out of strength at the moment, and unable to rally any self-preservation.
Instantly, Qhuinn dialed back on his anger, the male pulling away and walking around in a tight circle. When he faced her again, he said gruffly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell - I'm just...I'm worried about you."
"I'm sorry. And I should have told you...but you were out fighting, and I didn't want to bother you. I don't know...honestly, I probably wasn't thinking straight. I was frantic."
Qhuinn sat down beside her, his huge shoulders curling in as he linked his fingers and put his elbows on his knees. "So what's going on?"
All she could do was shrug. "Well, as you can sense...I am bleeding."
"How much?"
She thought about what the nurse had said. "Enough."
"For how long?"
"It started about twenty-four hours ago. I didn't want to go to Doc Jane, because I wasn't sure how private that would be - and also, she doesn't have a lot of experience with pregnancy in our species."
"What did Havers say?"
Now she was the one frowning. "He refused to tell me."
Qhuinn's head cranked around. "Excuse me?"
"Because of my Chosen status, he will speak only with the Primale."
"Are you fucking me."
She shook her head. "No. I couldn't believe it, either - and I'm afraid I left there under less than optimal circumstances. He reduced me to an object, as if I am of no concern at all...naught but a repository - "
"You know that's not true." Qhuinn took her hand, his mismatched eyes burning. "Not to me. Never to me."
She reached out and touched his shoulder. "I know, but thank you for saying that." She shuddered. "I need to hear that right now. And as for what's happening with...me...the nurse said there's nothing anyone can do to stop this."
Qhuinn looked down at the carpet and stayed that way for the longest time. "I don't understand. It wasn't supposed to be like this."
Swallowing that horrible sense of failure, she sat up and stroked his back. "I know you wanted this as much as I did."
"You can't be losing it. It's just not possible."
"From what I understand, the statistics are not good. Not at the start...and not at the end."
"No, it's not right. I saw...her."
Layla cleared her throat. "Dreams don't always come true, Qhuinn."
It seemed like such a simplistic thing to say. So self-obvious as well. But it hurt to the core.
"It wasn't a dream," he said baldly. But then he shook himself, and looked at her again. "How are you feeling? Does it hurt?"
When she didn't immediately answer, because she didn't want to lie to him about the cramping, he got to his feet. "I'm going to get Doc Jane."
She snagged his hand, holding him in place. "Wait. Think about this. If I'm losing the...young..." She paused to gather some strength after she put that into words. "There's no reason to tell anyone anything. No one needs to know. We can just let nature - " Her voice cracked at that point, but she forced herself to go on. " - take its course."
"To hell with that. I'm not going to jeopardize your life just to avoid a confrontation."
"It won't stop the miscarriage, Qhuinn."
"The miscarriage isn't the only thing I'm worried about." He squeezed her hand. "You matter. So I'm going to get Doc Jane right now."
Yeah, fuck the keep-shit-quiet for real, Qhuinn thought as he headed for the door.
He'd heard stories about females hemorrhaging out