He's just a baby.

 I stood at the side of the small hospital bed, gripping the edge of the mattress tightly, a fold in the sheet left small part of it tucked away. I smoothed out the edges revealing a spot of clean white cotton, an outsider amongst the atrocities that played out in this room. I stared down at it, wishing that I too had been wrapped in blankets and sheltered from this ordeal. Soon though, the purity of the sheet was spoiled as the terrible red fluid spread to it's surface. I held my wife's soft hand close to my chest and avoided looking around the room. I tried to keep my breathing under control as my pounding heart threatened to knock me off my feet and I clutched her hand tighter, hoping some trace of warmth would be left in her small fingers. It was wishful thinking as her hands hardly felt human anymore.

 A watery substance began to seep into my shoes but I ignored it. It wasn't important. Nothing was important to me anymore. It was strange to think that the last time I cared about something was only an hour ago. Back when my wife squeezed my hand tightly and I whispered soothing words into her ear. Nurses smiled at us reassuringly and told us we were doing very well, and that in a matter of minutes it would all be over. By that she meant our son would be born and we'd be able to rest at last, with a healthy baby sleeping in our arms. That's what I pictured anyway. Thinking back on it now it seemed like some sort of sick foreshadowing of the events to come.

  "It's all over." I kneeled down and began sobbing into the soft blankets. I could hear sirens approaching and felt pity for anyone who would have to walk into this place. I wondered what I could have done to deserve this, or why anyone deserved to have been involved in this. The others, at least, were fortunate enough to have an end to their pain. Who knows why I was spared. I was my fault that this happened, that was my son. I lifted my head when I began to feel the drying blood sticking my face to the blanket. I turned around and took a look at the room. What I saw was worse than anyone could imagine.

 No surface was left untouched by this tragedy. Where I sat there were small puddles of blood, most of it belonging to my wife, I guessed. It dripped down consistently in small drops from the bed, and slipped into the cracks between the white tiles. On the other end of the room the pool of blood was getting bigger much faster. I suddenly wondered what would happen if the blood never stopped seeping out of the bodies. I imagined the room slowly filling up until the walls burst from the pressure. The lavender couch in the corner of the room soaked up blood like a sponge. A nurse lay sprawled out, with her insides dangling over the edge of the furniture, some of her intestines lay in a heap on the other end of the room.  My eyes traveled from the corner of the room, to the doorway. This is where most of the victims from this room ended up. In their wild scramble to get out of this place, they shoved each other out of the way, trampling one of the nurses in the process. Small hands grabbed the leg of the doctor. My baby..no, that monster, squished the doctors flesh in his hands like play-doh. Bones crunched loudly, and blood spurted out between the monsters chubby fingers.  

There are a number of unpleasant sounds that I've had the displeasure of experiencing but in all my forty years I've never heard something as horrifyingly disturbing as the bloodcurdling, gut wrenching howls that emerged from the doctors throat as he was slowly eaten alive by the child's dull but strong teeth. Everyone was screaming, everyone except for me and my wife, considering I was frozen and numb, and my wife was preoccupied with choking on her own blood.

 Now it was uncomfortably silent. Other than occasional drips, and muffled, panicked shouting from outside. It was quiet. I couldn't breathe. Rage flooded my thoughts. It was suddenly too hot in the room and I tugged roughly at the collar of my shirt, though what I wanted to do was start tearing off my skin, to remove my tainted outer shell and start over. I pounded my fist against the wall and felt the bones splinter in my hand. I have to kill him.I have to destroy him, I want him to feel the pain that he deserves I WANT TO SMASH HIS DISGUSTING FACE INTO THE WALL!

 "AAAGH!!!"  I shoved my palms into my eyeballs, though I wasn't entirely sure why.

  tap tap tap.

 I opened my eyes, and blinked away the spots. The little footsteps were getting louder. I walked towards the door slowly. I no longer felt any emotion other than anger and I was ready to destroy anything that was in my path.

  "D-Daaddyyy?"

  I stopped. The anger I felt began to dissipate when he walked into view with his chubby arms raised in the air as if he wanted to be picked up. No, he's a monster. I told myself. He deserves to be hated. He had his mother's golden brown eyes. No. Tears ran down the baby's face and he whimpered softly.

 No...Oh no he's just a baby.

  I reached for him and lifted him to my chest. "Shhh, it's not your fault, you didn't know any better." I rocked back and forth and patted his back. He nuzzled his soft face into my neck and stopped crying. This is my son, my bab-

 SNAP

 I fell to the ground, dropping my baby and thumping my head roughly on the floor. I wasn't sure where that sound came from or why I fell. I tried to get back to my feet. I tried again, but my legs didn't want to listen to my brain. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down. I'm paralyzed I panicked. How could I have let myself be so stupid? He broke my spine! I looked down at my body and I could do nothing but watch as my baby began to crawl onto my stomach. I tried to push him off but he was strong and he held on tight.

  "GAAHH!" I screamed as he began to dig his little fingers into my stomach. His fingers easily tore through my skin. He dug his hands around inside of me, and snapped one of my ribs in half. I began to throw up as he started pulling organs that I couldn't recall the name of out of my body. He started to pull out my intestines and it reminded of one of those clowns that pull a ribbon out of their sleeve and it doesn't seem to end. He giggled and splashed around in my blood.  There was a pounding at the door.

 "Police! Anyone in there?" "N-No" I choked on the blood that was steadily streaming down the corners of my mouth. "Don't come in here!" Darkness was starting to take over my vision and I could barely see as the door opened."Oh my god." I heard someone say. I heard someone else throwing up. "Someone get that child out of here." Sounds were all distorted, like my head was underwater. "That poor kid. I'm gonna be sick. You'll be okay baby, it'll—" The last thing I heard was several gunshots and the sounds of flesh being torn to shreds.