That being said she set down the phone and stretched. She’d just managed, through a series of phone relays and messages to ensure her business kept on running. She still had another Sophie message that had warmed her heart and only made her more determined to get Bill off this whole “fixing her” case so she could go home and be a mother. She slowly got off the bed, the bunker bathed in dim lamp light. She figured a nice shower would be in order.
As she got up and looked at her fridge she remembered she didn't have much food left. Now that she was getting over the drugs her appetite was returning with a vengeance. She’d forgotten what it was like to be properly hungry. She made her way to the fridge to check what she had left when a wave of powerful pain hit her. She doubled over in pain, feeling like hot pokers were being stabbed into her abdomen. The longer she stood there the more painful it got. She stumbled around, falling to her knees.
She hissed, the pain making coherent thought impossible. It felt like something was trying to poke out of her body. She shook her head and groaned, trying blindly to feel her way to the bathroom. She could already smell the blood pouring from her body, it filled the room with a heady scent. She crashed into the small table, hearing the phone tumble off to the floor. She groaned again, trying to feel her way on the floor, trying to recall where things were.
She didn't notice the subtle sound of the phone in the background, making a small beeping noise as it dialed the only number it had been programmed to dial: Bill.