Months later Sarah lay tired but happy and held out her hands. The birth had been easier than she'd thought it would be. "Give him to me, doctor," she said. Zaar had left her side when the doctor took her child, with the promise to give him to her as soon as he'd been cleaned and checked.
She sat up a little. The doctor ran a scanner over a small, green wriggling body lying on a silver slab opposite to the one she lay on. Zaar stood next to the doctor and something in the way they grunted at each other bothered her.
"Is something wrong with my baby?" Cold fingers clamped over her heart and queezed.
Zaar turned to her. "The doctor found some unusual readings."
"What kind of unusual readings?" If they didn't tell her what was going on she was going to scream and kick and punch - she'd hurt them no matter how tough they were - until they told her what was happening.
"The doctor will be finished soon."