Iyisha threw her weight against the restraints hard enough to make the bed strike the cabinet beside it.
The impact rattled the metal tray near her hip. Two nurses grabbed her shoulders before she could twist again, and one doctor caught her knee with both hands when she tried to drive it into his chest. Another doctor moved fast along the side of the bed, opening a case filled with vials and syringes.
"Let me go!" Iyisha shouted, her voice breaking under the alarm still pulsing somewhere beyond the walls. "You told me no harm would come to me."
Frankenstein stood at the foot of the bed. His coat was buttoned wrong near the middle, and there was sweat near his temple, but his eyes stayed fixed on her.
"And I am keeping my word," he said. "No harm will come to you."
"Please." Her voice cracked. "Please don't do anything to my baby."
Frankenstein straightened. "This baby puts you in danger. We are doing this for your own good."
