(In the clubroom…)

Monika: “Wait…where’s Natsuki?”

Sayori: “You’re right, Monika. She hasn’t shown up yet. Can you try calling her, Yuri?”

Yuri: (rubbing her 7-month baby bump) “Of course, I’ll give her a call.”

(Yuri takes out her phone and dials Natsuki’s number. The sound of ringing fills the room.)

Yuri: (worried) “She’s not picking up. Maybe she’s just running late.”

Monika: (concerned) “I hope so. Natsuki is usually punctual.”

Sayori: “Maybe she forgot about the meeting?”

Yuri: (thinking) “That’s unlikely. We’ve been planning this for weeks.” (putting a hand on her baby bump) “Ow…”

Monika: “Yuri, are you alright?”

Yuri: (grimacing) “It’s just a minor cramp. Don’t worry about me.”

Monika: “Are you sure? Maybe you should sit down and rest.”

Yuri: (nodding) “Yes, perhaps that would be best. Sayori, can you continue trying to reach Natsuki? We’ll keep an eye on Yuri.”

Sayori: “Of course, Yuri. Take care of yourself.”

(Yuri slowly sits down in one of the clubroom chairs, rubbing her baby bump tenderly. Monika joins her and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.)

Monika: “Yuri, you’ve been working so hard lately. Maybe it’s time to take it easy.”

Yuri: (sighing) “I know, Monika. But I want everything to be perfect for our upcoming event. I can’t help but worry about Natsuki, though.”

Monika: “I understand your concerns, but your health and the baby’s wellbeing should be your priority. We can handle the club activities for today.”

Yuri: (reluctantly) “You’re right, Monika. I’ll try not to stress too much. Thank you for looking out for me.”

(Meanwhile, Sayori continues to call Natsuki, but it goes straight to voicemail.)

Sayori: (worried) “Her phone is still off. I hope she’s okay.”

Monika: “Maybe we should consider going to her house after the club meeting.”

Sayori: “That’s a good idea, Monika. We shouldn’t leave her hanging.”

Yuri: (standing up) “I agree. Let’s finish up here quickly, and then we’ll go check on N-”

(Just then, Yuri lets out a scream of pain - she was starting to give birth.)

Yuri: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

(Sayori and Monika rush over to Yuri’s side, their faces filled with panic.)

Sayori: “Yuri, what’s happening?!”

Yuri: “I’m going into labor! The baby is coming!”

Monika: (frantically) “We need to call an ambulance! Stay with us, Yuri!”

Sayori: (grabbing her phone) “I’ll call right away! Hang in there, Yuri!”

(Yuri grips onto Monika’s hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.)

Yuri: “I-I didn’t expect it to be this soon…”

Monika: “It’s going to be alright, Yuri. We’re here for you.”

(All of a sudden, Natsuki bursts into the room.)

Natsuki: “Sorry I’m late! My phone died, and then my bike got a flat tire. What’s going on?”

Sayori: “Natsuki, it’s an emergency! Yuri’s going into labor right now!”

Natsuki: “Oh my gosh! Yuri, are you okay? What do we need to do?”

Monika: “We’re calling an ambulance right now, but we need to help Yuri stay as calm as possible. Can you grab some towels and water, Natsuki?”

Natsuki: “Yeah, yeah! I got it!”

(Natsuki rushes to the nearby cupboard and grabs towels and a bottle of water. She returns to Yuri’s side, handing them to Monika.)

Monika: (supporting Yuri) “Yuri, try to breathe deeply and focus on staying calm. Natsuki is here and we’re going to take care of you.”

Yuri: (struggling through the pain) “T-thank you, everyone. I’m sorry for all this…”

Sayori: (on the phone with the ambulance) “The ambulance is on its way, but they said it might take a little while because of traffic. Just hold on a little longer, Yuri!”

Natsuki: (placing a towel on Yuri’s forehead) “You’re doing great, Yuri. Just keep breathing and know that we’re here for you.”

Monika: (placing a hand on Yuri’s shoulder) “We’re going to get through this together. You’re so strong, Yuri, and we couldn’t be prouder of you.”

Yuri: (grateful tears in her eyes) “Thank you, Monika. I…I couldn’t ask for better friends to be by my side. Oh gosh, this is happening so fast…” (gasps after looking in between her legs) “I see the head! I think I might be in the final stages of