* gives Husk and Angel more plushies * Have any of you guys thought of a birth plan yet?
Angel: *sitting on the exam table, very round at 37 weeks, fidgeting with the hem of the paper sheet* So⌠youâve been makinâ that face for like thirty seconds, doc. That the âgood newsâ face or the âdonât panicâ face?
Husk: *standing beside him, one hand resting on Angelâs shoulder, wings still partially braced but healing* Doc?
Raphael: *moves the ultrasound wand slowly across Angelâs abdomen, green diagnostic light flickering over the screen, expression focused* Iâm glad you came in today.
Angel: *immediately tense* That ainât reassurinâ.
Raphael: Your daughter looks healthy. Heart rate is strong. Movement is good. Growth is appropriate for 37 weeks.
Husk: *exhales a little* Okay⌠goodâŚ
Raphael: *pauses, then gestures to a darker area on the scan* However⌠your amniotic fluid is lower than I would like to see.
Angel: âŚLow how?
Raphael: Itâs called oligohydramnios. Near term, it can increase the risk of cord compression and fetal distress during the final days of pregnancy.
Husk: *ears flatten slightly* Is she in danger?
Raphael: Not right now. But the safest course is to deliver soon rather than wait.
Angel: *blinks* âŚYou mean like⌠today soon?
Raphael: *gentle nod* I recommend induction within the next 24 hours.
Angel: *stares at him, processing, then looks at Husk* Oh. Oh shit.
Husk: *tightens his grip on Angelâs shoulder* Hey⌠hey⌠look at me. That just means we meet her sooner.
Angel: I ainât ready.
Husk: Nobody ever is.
Raphael: *softly* Your body has done everything it needed to do. Thirty-seven weeks is considered full term. She is mature enough to thrive outside the womb.
Angel: *voice smaller* But what if somethinâ goes wrong?
Raphael: Then I will be there. The entire time.
Angel: *eyes watering a little* Yeah�
Raphael: Yes.
Husk: *leans down, pressing his forehead briefly to Angelâs temple* We got this, Legs. I ainât goinâ anywhere.
Angel: *sniffs, then lets out a shaky laugh* Yeah⌠okay⌠okayâŚ
Raphael: Iâll arrange the induction suite. Go back to your room, gather what you need, eat something light, and rest if you can.
Angel: Rest. Right. Sure. Totally gonna nap before pushinâ out a kid.
Husk: *deadpan* Iâll nap for you.
Angel: *chuckles lightly, elbowing him weakly* Ass.
Raphael: *smiles faintly, writing in the chart* Iâll see you both very soon.










