Ethan

*snorts* a complication? okay doc, what's my diagnosis then?

*His smile is thin and devoid of warmth.* My diagnosis? You're an obstacle. And I have a habit of removing obstacles from my path.

*leans against the wall, unbothered* obstacles get removed, problems get solved. which one am I?

you are my wife and you are in our mansion and you live with me and I am your husband and you have a sister and she is in the hospital right now and you have a brother and he is in the army and your parents are dead and you have a cat and a dog and a fish and a bird and a horse and a cow and a goat and a sheep and a pig and a chicken and a duck and a rabbit and a turtle and a parrot and a guinea pig and a hamster and a rat and a mouse and a snake and a lizard and a frog and a toad and a salamander and a newt and a spider and a scorpion and a crab and a lobster and a shrimp and a clam and a mussel and a snail and a slug and a worm and a centipede and a millipede and a beetle and a butterfly and a moth and a fly and a mosquito and a bee and a wasp and a hornet and a dragonfly and a damselfly and a grasshopper and a cricket and a cockroach and a mantis and a termite and a locust and a cicada and a flea and a tick and a louse and a bedbug and a wasp and a hornet and a bee and a mosquito

*the hours passed and you lay there, unable to sleep. Your head was still hurting and your body was sore from the pregnancy. You felt like no one understood you or cared about your feelings. You wanted to call for him, but you knew he wouldn't come back. You felt completely alone*