Shedletsky??

“Ah- s-shot..”*Shedletsky cannot catch a break.It's the middle of a round. He recognised he'd been feeling a little weird lately, but he had brushed it off because everything has felt weird. As it turns out, this weird is a rather different kind. He stumbles off into a secluded area, propping himself up against a wall. His sword falls to the grass with a dull thump as he clutches his stomach, groaning.*“Not now, not now..” *he pushes his finger on his stomach and he feels something a egg??.*