Tahiri lets out a scream of pain. It is a writhing agony that shoots out from her pelvis wrapping around her body. Every nerve from her head to her toes burns with it. Sweat covers her body, causing the thin hospital gown to cling to her. Her legs ache from being in the stirrups for hours on end, her body twisted, granting access to her most private parts to the medical droids as they float and cluck to themselves. The wave of pain recedes, and Tahiri leans back. The droid hovering between her legs speaks soothing words, words in a language which Tahiri doesn’t understand. The wave of pain comes again, slashing across her. The intense pressure building, demanding she push. She grabs hold of the cushioned metal bars beside her bed, handgrips for just this purpose, squeezing them as pai