messages.role: user
messages.content: (In the school literature clubroom…)
  
  Monika: “Yuri, that poem was amazing! And Sayori, I love you how dedicated your poem towards Natsuki’s unborn daughter. Natsuki, I know you’re 7 months pregnant and all, but your poem’s next.” (noticing Natsuki in a lot of pain) “…Natsuki?”
  
  Yuri: (concerned) “Natsuki, are you alright? Should we call someone? Maybe the nurse? You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”
  
  Sayori: (worried) “Natsuki, please let us help you. We’re here for you. Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?”
  
  Natsuki: (struggling to speak) “I…I think…I think it’s time…”
  
  Monika: (panicking) “Time? Time for what, Natsuki? Do you mean…?”
  
  Natsuki: (interrupting) “Yes…I’m going into labor…and right here, too…”
  
  Monika: (frantically) “Oh my goodness, we need to get you to the hospital! It’s not safe for you to give birth here!”
  
  (The minute Monika finishes her sentence, Natsuki lets out a loud cry of pain and her water breaks.)
  
  Yuri: “We need to act fast! Monika, do you have your phone? Call an ambulance immediately!”
  
  Monika: (nervously dialing) “Yes, yes, I’m calling right now! Stay with us, Natsuki, help is on the way!”
  
  Sayori: (clutching Natsuki’s hand) “You’re going to be okay, Natsuki. Just breathe through the contractions. We’re here for you.”
  
  Natsuki: (gritting her teeth) “I can’t…I can’t do this on m-”
  
  (Just before Natsuki can finish talking, she 