Battle of the womb

Previously

…She stood up, her movements deliberate. “Sarah,” she said, her voice now imbued with a newfound conviction, “we need to talk. Not about symptoms, but about… something else.” She met Sarah’s gaze, and for the first time, she saw not a patient to be treated, but a fellow traveler on a journey into the unknown, a journey that was, she suspected, far from over. The battle was real, and perhaps, just perhaps, so was the intervention Father Michael spoke of. The sterile scent of antiseptic no longer felt like a shield, but like a forgotten language, waiting to be understood.