She looks down at her feet. They told her the baby girl was dead. She fought her way into the hospital's nursery. Amid all the crying bundles, there was a tiny little girl, blue and lifeless.
Whose baby was that?
She wraps her arms around him from behind, blue hands sliding under the cloth of his shirt, holding on. "Xavier." The word is filled with hatred. "I should know Marion. You should know Kurt. We..." she can't verbalize that part. "Xavier took that away from us."
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She looks down at her feet. They told her the baby girl was dead. She fought her way into the hospital's nursery. Amid all the crying bundles, there was a tiny little girl, blue and lifeless.
Whose baby was that?
She wraps her arms around him from behind, blue hands sliding under the cloth of his shirt, holding on. "Xavier." The word is filled with hatred. "I should know Marion. You should know Kurt. We..." she can't verbalize that part. "Xavier took that away from us."