Midnight Hype

Day Forty (Pt 4)

Stanley watched Abraham roll out of the room and head down the hallway, before shifting his attention back over to Ericka, and he suddenly wished he hadn't looked.

Okay. You got this. I know you do. You've literally killed people before-...why am I comparing this to how difficult murder is-

She had started to pep talk herself as she gripped the rubber stick.

Wait- when do I even know when to start pushing- well I'm pretty sure I'll KNOW but still...

Her thoughts raced faster and faster until she didn't even know what she was thinking.

Am-is-will-I'm-isn't-can't-please-I-don't-UGH!! GET YOURSELF TOGETHER!!

She halted the intrusive thoughts but suddenly lost a hold on the control when she was hit with a contraction.

"F-FUCK!!" The words slipped out of her mouth, blinded by the splintering pain.

FUCK- I NEED TO PUSH! B-But it hurts so bad...UGH- WHY IS THIS SO HARD!

She wasn't able to push much with the contraction, but once it had passed, the pungent odor of blood had filled the air, and she started to feel what she thought was a burning sensation.

Am I supposed to be able to smell the blood? Is that much normal? Why does it feel like someone is trying to set my crotch on fire? What's going on??

With everything happening so fast, her thoughts could barely keep up with her overly stressed self. She had the desire to look just to make sure that nothing was wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, conserving whatever energy she had left.

Okay okay- calm down. This will go way faster if I stay calm. I need to coach myself and keep a clear mind-

"AAAAAAGH!!" She suddenly lost her train of thought as another contraction stomped her back into the present, almost snapping the rubber stick in half with her grip.

PUSH YOU IDIOT DON'T JUST SIT THERE!!

"I-I'M T-TRYING!!" She cried out loud, starting to feel hot tears drizzling out of the corner of her eyes. Her energy was decreasing at an alarming rate, making her just become more hysterical.

When it ended she was given a second to breathe which she desperately needed.

I can't do it- I just can't- uugnnnn...but I NEED too...is the burning getting worse? God dammit.

"Uuughnnnnn...." Was all she was able to get out of her mouth.

You're so close...come on...

She passed the rubber stick into her other hand and took a deep breath.

"....B-Bring it bitch." She coughed.

She was not prepared as it only got worse.

I can do it, come on. I can- oh that's a contraction- NO. Don't panic. Short controlled breaths and push...good....you're doing great...I don't feel like anything is happening...oh fuck this- GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!!

The strained cycle continued multiple times over and over, her slowly losing more and more of her tolerance, ending up in tears of agony while her throat felt raw from screaming and cussing.

One more...that's it...I can feel it...please...

Although she was dreadfully exhausted, she tensed all of her muscles and put her remaining energy into the final push. And much to her relief, it worked. She did end up screeching once again, but stopped when she felt the burning start to subside and the unbearable pressure fade away.

It's...over?

She took a few big gasps of air before lifting her head off of the wall, everything around her just seemingly overly bright, saturated, and out of focus. As she struggled to lean forward, the stench of blood got worse, her having to resist gagging. The mattress was so overly saturated, it had stopped absorbing the blood, leaving most of it shimmering in the lights. She glanced between her legs, and although she knew what had happened, she still felt overly shocked.

There lying in the puddle of blood, was the tiny newborn covered in mucus and blood.

...It's not moving...or crying...n-no....

She was ready to start breaking down again, already unable to control her emotions, until she saw their legs move. Then their fingers started to articulate before they moved their head a tad, their eyes not open but they almost seemed confused about what was going on.

Ericka immediately followed her instincts, dropping the stick and ripping her shirt off before reaching down to shakily pick them up, the umbilical cord still attached but it wasn't a major concern. She gently laid the baby against her skin, feeling their little hands trying to grasp onto her. She really didn't want to violently hit them on the back to help them breathe but she didn't have any other options. Although they were part vampire they still had human attributes such as a heartbeat and the necessity to breathe.

"Come on...work with me here..."

She roughly started to pat them on the back, eventually making them cough and spit up the mucus lodged in their throat, suddenly starting to shriek and cry.

There we go!

Ericka suddenly realized that she never checked for their gender, so she quickly peeked as they continued to screech.

I...I have a daughter...I have a daughter!

She quietly rejoiced as she pressed them back into her chest and softly started to soothe them. As they quieted down, she suddenly felt a mild contraction pulse through her.

W-What? Why am I still contracting? Wh- I BETTER not be having FUCKING TWINS-

She noticed the umbilical cord still led back into the inside of her uterus, realizing it was the placenta that was causing her to contract.

Oh...right....

She let out a groggy groan as she rested against the wall, the only thing she wanted to do was sleep for hours upon hours, but couldn't.

Just push slowly and steadily, it'll come out much easier than she did...at least I'd hope....

She did have to tug on the cord a little bit to make sure it came all the way out, once it did she just plopped it down in the bloody massacre, not caring about anything at the moment besides not dying and her new daughter.

I know you literally just came out but...you look just like your father- oh Drac...but what if he never gets to see her...what if we never get out of here...s-she's going to get taken away- I can't let that happen! But I'm so weak...

That was...um...

Stanley had watched the entirety of it. Although he wasn't exactly disgusted, but more or less, guilty. As he had the opportunity to help her moments before, but he refused and she lashed out, but he didn't hold it against her after witnessing what just occurred. The only reason he didn't help was because of what Abraham might do if he became disobedient. Seeing what happened to Ericka.

But he had always followed her for the entirety of his and the other Stanley's existences. They were only told otherwise when she had broken Abraham's rules.

She is our leader...not Abraham...

His focus shifted between these thoughts and Ericka, her seeming knowing he was behind the glass as they locked eyes.

I'll help you, I promise.

He bawled his fins into fists before running out of the observation room.

I'll do whatever it takes...I serve my captain, and my captain only.