Rose Hathaway and Abby Griffin
12 weeks in and Rose was already pretty sure she was a crappy mother. Until recently, she'd never really been able to appreciate what a shitty choice her own mother had had to make. Duty versus your kid. Rose had spent a lot of years resenting Janine Hathaway for the choice she ultimately made, but she understood it now, because she'd made the same one.
No one who knew she was pregnant had wanted her in this fight. A part of her had actually considered following her doctor's advice and sitting it out, but her sense of duty was too strong. This fight was important and they needed every body they could get out there. Every fighter. Rose needed to be out there, protecting the people inside the mountain who couldn't fight. If those grounder werewolves got inside Mount Weather, whether or not fighting was dangerous for the baby would be the least of her worries. If they got inside the mountain, chances were she wouldn't live long enough to have the kid. Maybe she wouldn't, anyway.
Rose spent the day telling her this was no worse than the other things they'd face. She told herself that as she spent a few quiet moments with Dimitri before they parted ways to go to their posts. She told herself he could handle himself, just like she could. They'd fought packs of Strigoi. They could get through this.
Her adrenaline was already running high when she felt something go through her, boosting that drive to fight. It drove her, pushing her to fight better than she ever had. The fight went by in a blur of claws and fangs, blood and the sounds of bones breaking, of screaming on both times. Rose managed to stay aware of her surroundings - that was second nature to her at this point - but her sense of time was something else. It could have been minutes, hours or days before the familiar voice calling her name caught her attention.
"Shit," she swore and she looked down at her arm and saw the cut. Wait, not a cut. It was a scratch. She couldn't have told you when she got it, but it was bleeding. It was bleeding a lot. "Shit," she swore again as the world spun around her a little. Apparently it had been there for awhile, long enough that the blood loss was making her dizzy. 'I gotta get to Abby," she mumbled to herself. Fuck the orders that had come down before. Abby was the only doctor she really trusted in this place. Abby was the only one who knew about the baby and Rose wanted to keep it that way, at least for now. She was starting to show, but not enough that you could tell through her clothes. When they took off her shirt to see to this scratch, though? Oh, yeah, it'd be obvious.
Rose couldn't really remember exactly how she got there. Time seemed to speed up again and she thought she remembered someone helping her. Billy, she dimly recalled, trying to make a mental note to thank him as he passed her to her doctor just in time for her to pass out.