Hours later, in the sterile, fluorescent glow of the hospital, Natsuki watched the steady rhythm of the fetal monitor. The "Better" part of the story didn't start with a miracle; it started with a choice. As the doctor confirmed the baby was safe, Natsuki looked at the officer standing by the door—the one who had held her hand while the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance.
The city was thick with the scent of summer rain and exhaust, a combination that usually made Natsuki Hatakeyama’s stomach turn. These days, everything made her stomach turn. She sat in the passenger seat of the aging sedan, one hand resting protectively over the swell of her stomach, the other gripping the door handle as the car swerved slightly.
The "Dwi 01" incident, as it would later be called in the police reports, was a blur of screeching tires and the rhythmic thud of a flat tire hitting the pavement. When the car finally spun to a halt against a rusted guardrail, the silence that followed was deafening. Pregnant Natsuki Hatakeyama Dwi 01 Part 2 Avil BETTER
She realized then that being "better" wasn't about erasing the past or the dangerous ride that had brought her here. It was about ensuring that Part 2 of her life—and the first part of her child's—would never involve looking back in a rearview mirror at the mistakes of someone else. in the months following the incident?
The blue and red lights appeared in the rearview mirror like a sudden, violent heartbeat. "Pull over," Natsuki whispered. "Please." He didn't pull over. He hit the gas. Hours later, in the sterile, fluorescent glow of
"I'm pregnant!" she shouted as the officers approached, their flashlights cutting through the dark. "Please, just help the baby."
Natsuki closed her eyes. She was seven months along, and the life she had imagined for her child was already slipping through her fingers. She had spent the last hour trying to convince him to pull over, to let her take the wheel, or better yet, to just stop the car and walk. But he was in a state of "avil"—a desperate, buzzing energy that made him unreachable. The city was thick with the scent of
"I'm done," she said, her voice finally steady. "I'm doing this on my own."