Plourr barely has the chance to slump against his side for a few seconds before another contraction is rolling through, then another and another and the pressure is like nothing she knew existed in this world or any others, and Plourr isn't yelling anymore, or cursing Rial's ancestry (her ancestry) back to the dark days before history. She's just trying to breathe, and she can't not push, she can't--

(At the longest break between contractions--ten seconds at the outside--Plourr gets her hand on the pillow and furiously rifles it at the wall.

It's hurled with high velocity, for a pillow. A quietly bustling nurse barely ducks the shot just before it would have caught her right in the face.)