Literature
Harry Potter - A Mother's Prayer
Cold.
It was almost the only sensation left for her. And though the snow fell around, it was not the source. Such came from inside, spreading through her body by the paths of her nerves until it touched the skin, crawling between the dermis and the muscles. Not an uncommon state for her nowadays, yet tonight it clashed even more with the only remaining warmth in her, that was becoming a burning hidden in her womb.
She knew what was happening with the instinctual knowledge of a female.
Contractions.
The word pulled others in her mind, with a line of growing red that became a rope of flesh. And the red left almost no space for actual though