[ This isn’t what she ever thought would come back to haunt her, but always, always in her heart, she’s carried a specific guilt. Claire knows in her logical mind that she isn’t dying. That she is in Wonderland, but beyond that, there’s nothing but pain and emptiness as she sits up and begins to panic, boiling with fever. ]
Where is my baby? I want my baby, bring me my baby!
[ She yells it over and over again, pale, clammy, a mix of French and English until an elderly Reverend Mother brings over a tiny wrapped bundle. Now, Claire looks over this tiny, born too soon child of hers and feels pain burst and bloom in her chest. It was her fault; her fault her body failed her. She’d chased after Jamie and put her past (future) husband in front of their growing family. It was her fault, all of it, and now all that she can do is cradle what was never to be to her chest. Anyone who walks in at the beginning of the memory will not be able to calm Claire or speak to her, truly, until her child is placed in her arms.
Mid-memory, Claire sings to her daughter but will stop to speak with anyone who walks in. She might try to get you to hold her child. But in the end, she has to give her baby back and she cries, pressing kisses to her face. The memory loops as Claire breaks down into tears, pain and grief and guilt making her body shake with sobs. ]
Claire Fraser | OTA | tw: infant death
Where is my baby? I want my baby, bring me my baby!
[ She yells it over and over again, pale, clammy, a mix of French and English until an elderly Reverend Mother brings over a tiny wrapped bundle. Now, Claire looks over this tiny, born too soon child of hers and feels pain burst and bloom in her chest. It was her fault; her fault her body failed her. She’d chased after Jamie and put her past (future) husband in front of their growing family. It was her fault, all of it, and now all that she can do is cradle what was never to be to her chest. Anyone who walks in at the beginning of the memory will not be able to calm Claire or speak to her, truly, until her child is placed in her arms.
Mid-memory, Claire sings to her daughter but will stop to speak with anyone who walks in. She might try to get you to hold her child. But in the end, she has to give her baby back and she cries, pressing kisses to her face. The memory loops as Claire breaks down into tears, pain and grief and guilt making her body shake with sobs. ]