The doctor walked to her as Cecil stepped back, and he could almost instantly see the issue.
"Your body is trying to reject the child; you've been malnourished and the child has taken damage of this. If you don't eat a lot and that in a hurry, you will lose the child." He rummaged through his bag and found a bottle with a thick, white liquid inside. "If you together with eating more try to drink a bit of this twice a day, I would say your child stands a chance... but it's a long shot." He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair, and Cecil had frantically gone to the kitchen to cook up some breakfast for them. He was frightened out of his mind.