K'vk'tun. The beach by the clinic. Visitation.

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The beach was nice; immaculate white sand broken only by large black rocks.  The weather was that nice kind of sunny day with a breeze that cooled you off but didn't render you chilly.  The vivid blue sky was dotted with cotton-ball-like clouds.  If she didn't know any better she could have convinced herself that this was Florida and not another planet entirely.

Amidst the crashing of the waves could be heard the laughter of children playing somewhere nearby, and every so often a brindle greyhound dog would take off for the other end of the beach.

Ramada grinned.

"This vacation was a good idea."

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"Kree could. She's still nursing her youngest son, so she even has milk," said Mykayla, pretending that she didn't see how her friend was holding the little newcomer.

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"It could work..." Ramada shifted the child in her arms and grinned.

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He rooted hopefully, little chin quivering as his tummy told him in no uncertain terms that it wanted to eat.

Mykayla chuckled as she saw what he was doing.

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Ramada coughed and held the child a little further away from her body. "I think it's going to have to work."

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"We've got bottles, too," said Mykayla softly. Then she turned to look at Scrat and David as they came up and gave a little cry of dismay at the bloodsoaked Tshirt that was wrapped around David's right leg.

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Ramada whirled around when Mykayla cried out and stared at her husband. "What did you do?" she asked.