Not good at all.
Bad.
Busted arm, busted body, and a remorseless nurse to deal with.
Not to mention that she'd been locked alone in a room for a few days, and hadn't eaten anything but bread and water.
A room with only a bed and a table.
No windows.
Didn't matter though. She couldn't escape if she wanted to, she was right fucked up.
Oh, and even better, Miriam has just come to sit down with her.
Great...
"Mrs. Mano, I understand how you must feel right now, confused, in pain-"
"Then why don't you give me some food?!"
"I shall. But there's something that I need from you first."
Ariel's eyes hardened. Her bargaining position was quite dubious..
"Go on." She allowed.
"I need to understand how your pregnancy came to be."
Brief silence
"A sperm entered one of my eggs, and it grew into a child."
"Don't be smart." Miriam warned.
"You were never very open with your friends and family about it. You must have wondered WHY your baby was so, yet neither you nor your husband sought counsel for the difficulties of the pregnancy.
Why, Mrs. Mano, were you so secure about the child?"
"We knew he was special..
What do you want me to say? We thought that it would be better if we raised him away from judgement."
"Don't lie to me, Mrs. Mano. Someone came to see you."
Ariel choked.
In the dead silence, it was loud enough for both of them to hear.
"Yes,
you've met Charles haven't you?"
Ariel paused to take a deep breath, and just stared at Miriam.
This loathsome nurse.
Her prominent cheekbones, looking gaunt with age.
She looked a woman of long lost beauty, ravaged by evil, determined and spiteful.
"How do you know about Charles?"
"We go back.
He's been hunting for your child for quite some time."
"Oh?"
"Yes. And I'm sure that he filled your head with grand tales," Miriam paused for a moment, to give Ariel the chance to volunteer to the conversation, but she ignored the lure.
"But don't be mistaken. He's not in himself an absolutely dangerous man, but the outfit that he belongs to did not want the best for your child."
"You said DID not." Ariel spoke harshly.
"What makes you think my baby isn't alive?"
"I never said that, Mrs. Mano.
I'm only suggesting that he's no longer yours. I'm afraid that child can no longer be considered human.
Now you may not want to hear what I have to say, but ma'am, the world is in danger of your child.
I need to know where you were at the time of the pregnancy."
"Wh..What should that matter?"
"It matters."
"On our anniversary," her and Osmond had always awkwardly laughed about the ocean being the father,
"... our 4th."
"And where was that at?"
Ariel was feeling light headed, suddenly fiendishly drowsy. She didn't want to tell this woman anything. She wanted to spit in her face and tell her to go to hell, but couldn't fight her curiosity. She had to tell her, she had to know what she thought!
"Hawaii."
Miriam stared into her eyes for a moment, looking for any lie, and found none.
She sat back in her chair, and chewed it over.
Then stood up and walked out of the room.
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