Conception

Shrieks of pain echoed through the prison walls. They bounced off of decrepit concrete ceilings through metal bars and into empty cells.
The whole prison had stayed awake to observe this birth. They encircled the small cot, watching with the same curiosity one might feel glaring at a car accident on the side of the highway. The local doctor stood on the receiving end, arms outstretched and sweat streaking down his forehead. The mother gripped the small bed firmly and pushed with every ounce of strength she had left.
The baby fell into the doctor's hands, his meek squealing replacing those of his mother. The doctor looked towards the woman, offering her the child, though her eyes remained closed and peaceful. The doctor cradled young HR gently.
"What shall we name you?"
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