"His sister grinned at him, expression seeming to doubt his take on the war. Well, she wasn't there to see his defensive tactics. Grabbing his knife a...d fork, he cut a piece off the sausage. He needed food if his winning streak was to continue.The day was overcast. He wasn't sure if rain was coming, but wouldn't be surprised. With the cliff blocking the view west, you could never see clouds until they were right over you. They might have to postpone that test firing of the new, larger cannon.. ‘No, this is hospital. You are going to be fine.’ John sighed, he felt like he had been holding his breath since he hadn’t been able to wake her. ‘Are you a doctor? You don’t look like one.’ A smile lit up her face. ‘No. I found you and brought you here. You nearly died because of the cold.’ He said. ‘Why are you still here?’ she asked. ‘I have nowhere else to be,’ he smiled. They talked for hours about the last few years of their lives. She told him about her abusive father: how she and her. You do like girls, don’t you?’ Canaar gave a noncommitted grunt. Casting his gaze to the narrow window Winifred had exposed, he tilted his head to the side, bird-like, assessing the light. ‘I wish you’d let me sleep another hour.’ Winifred crossed her arms over her bodice and glared at him. ‘If you don’t get up now I’ll send Garig in to rouse you. He’ll be far less gentle.’ ‘All right, all right.’ Grimacing, Canaar got up and tugged his shirt over his head. ‘Are you going to watch me take a. As they wheeled her into surgery, her feeble heart, having lost too much blood, finally stopped. Since everyone was there and prepped, they went ahead and did a caesarian hoping to at least save the baby. As the little boy was removed from his mother's dead body he gave a cry that melted the doctor's and nurse's hearts. It was then that they discovered the knife slashes to the baby's face and chest. Since none of the slashes were dangerous, they were closed as best as they could. Thus Bret.