The choice is Yours

The Nightingales shifted around until a pink Tempest came in. This will be the first time since their arrival that one decided to hop on in. Once she materialized, she had taken the form of a young adult. Dark skin with brown hair that descends down to white. Amber hue eyes with Phoenix feather earrings. She looked at the equipment being used to treat Sage and cussed under her breath.

'Five milligrams of morphine, I'll stop the bleeding.'

Telepathically said to each of them, including Chae. She stood over Sage pulling up her own sleeves. Once the doctor administered the morphine, her hands pressed down on Sage's pelvis. Phasing down into the woman's womb without harm. All that was felt was just a wind passing by. She lined her insides up with a thin needle and desolving thread once the wounds heal.

'The morphine won't help with the pregnancy. You and I both know this. C section with me keeping her insides together, or she'll die.'

Coldly stated, her eyes stared dead up at the human doctor. She wasn't like the optimistic Nightingales, nor as densely brutal like her fellow Tempests. She's been here long enough to grow attached to this community, and she'll be damned to see one of them die.