Move closer, empathetically.

You take a step closer while she's distracted.

Her brow furrows and she pants softly until it her pain passes and her firm abdomen relaxes into its high lopsided position, a limb strokes her from inside, visibly kicking and rolling along the surface of her pale skin.

She struggles to stand again when she looks back up to you. Rocking forward onto her right leg precariously for a moment before losing balance, falling onto her knee again, belly first and falling, scraping her back against the wall, landing on her bare bum.

"Easy, relaax." You take another step forward, if you can offer a hand out to her?

Her crying is heartbreaking, she gasps in between tears unable to get a full breath. "Uu ou, ou." She gets out. Her arms and legs tensing, pulling up towards her chest her eyes close and it seems like she's bracing herself.

Another step closer now and you could place a hand on her shoulder or right leg.

"Brietta?" You stop yourself, even if she could understand you she's too worked up for words now.

Helpless to aide you kneel next to her. "Shhh... shhhhh." You repeat.

Her breathing sounds bad; extremely short panting and **** gasps for air. Her hands press against her chest above her left breast and she starts leaning forward her high belly pressing against her diaphragm limiting her breathing even more.