*** COMPLETED *** Until the World Explodes (Han Seoul-Oh)

Chapter 20: "Something doesn't feel right."

A/N: Sorry I'm trash and haven't posted in a bit. I started school, and I haven't been feeling the best. Don't worry, I didn't forget about this story! We still have some stuff to cover before it ends. ;)

"Something doesn't feel right," I said as I put a hand on my bump after we left the courthouse to file the paperwork for my last name change. "My bump feels hard right here."

Han had pulled off into the nearest parking lot and reached over to touch the spot my hand was on. He bit down on his lip as he looked at me. I could tell he was concerned, but he was trying to stay calm for me.

"Do you think you're going into labor? It's too early, isn't it? I mean, you're not full term yet..." He said as he looked at me. "Should we go to the hospital?"

"I'm not full term yet, no. Full term usually starts around 37 weeks. I'm only 32," I said as I moaned quietly in pain. "I don't know what's wrong, maybe it's a false contraction...'

He kept his hand in the spot on my bump, rubbing it gently as he frowned while watching me in pain. "Should we take you to the hospital?"

"I don't know, what if it's nothing? Then I'll be embarrassed," I said as my voice cracked and my eyes grew wet with tears.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, babe," Han murmured as he stroked my hair. "Hospitals see that kinda stuff all the time. It's better to be embarrassed about it being nothing than have it be something."

"Will you stay with me?" I asked as I placed my hand on his and turned my head to look at him. "I'm scared."

"You don't even have to ask," He said quietly as he reached over and placed a kiss on my forehead before starting the car up again and heading to the hospital. As he drove, he kept a hand on my bump, rubbing it gently with his thumb. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Han helped me walk into the ER, he held a hand on the small of my back and kept a firm grip on my hand as he led me inside the double doors, helping me sit down once we saw a wheelchair. The nurse at the registration desk took my information and immediately took me up to the labor and delivery floor. By that point, the pain I had been feeling in my stomach had returned. I gasped in pain and put my hand back on my stomach as I tried to breathe through it, but the pain kept getting worse.

"Feeling some pain?" The nurse asked as she wheeled me into a room and stopped the chair by the bed, going to the cabinet to get a gown out for me to change into. "You think it's contractions? How far are you?"

"Almost 33 weeks," I breathed out as Han helped me up onto the bed as the nurse pulled the curtain closed so I could get the gown on. "I'm not sure if they're contractions or if I'm just in a lot of pain."

"33 weeks is a little early to be having contractions, but it's possible that they are Braxton Hicks contractions, which are like contractions," She explained as I heard her typing stuff into the computer. "Get changed into that gown, and I'll go get the doctor. She'll probably want to check your cervix to see if you're dilated, and if you are having contractions, she'll probably administer a medicine called terbutaline. It's a betamimetic that stops your uterus from contracting."

"Okay," I breathed out as I lifted my leg up slightly as Han pulled down my pants and panties, putting them in the bag that the nurse gave me. "Thank you."

Gently, he took off my shirt and bra, folding them and putting them in the bag as well. "Do you want to leave your socks on?" He asked as he helped me up to tie the gown.

I shook my head no, and he helped me sit back into the bed. Once I was somewhat comfortable, he took my socks off and put them in the bag, sitting down by my feet.