Shot in the Dark: A Mick Mars X Ozzy Osbourne Story

Chapter 36: Nightmares Come True

The following that I am fixing to tell.... STILL to this day haunts my husband and I, the birth of what we discovered were our twin daughters: Michelle and Angel...it still haunts us. The pain, the agony.... not being able to talk, to breathe...worrying our children wouldn't make it. My nightmare sadly came true. Though, you know that I didn't stay 'dead' as it were. Grab some fucking tissues and strap in tightly....

Today I am exactly 8 months pregnant, a few weeks have passed since the halfway mark aka the 7 & a half month mark and that Ozzy, and I came to the same conclusion: that I was really carrying twins. And I have found myself increasingly fearful, though God knows I try not to be, that I try to do some light exercises to attempt to give me strength. None of it fucking works, especially since I've gotten even bigger. Ozzy has gotten even more protective and I for one can't blame him.

The only pleasant or more pleasant parts these past weeks is the reactions of when we told Nikki and Gene, Tommy, and Rudy and ya know everybody, they were priceless. Reactions ranged from: Shock, happiness, awe. There were a lot of cheers until the gravity of the whole 'more complications and 'death' or possible death set in.

Back to the present:

For a while now, especially the last 3 months...the pressure, the pain...the FLAMES in my spine have only increased. I've been to the Doctor constantly, it scares me shitless...now doing the least little thing takes a hell of a lot more out of me than it should, yet the miracle of it is it hasn't affected Angel and Michelle...me? Things could be a hell of A LOT better to say the least.

At this moment I am in bed and have been cramping. I haven't talked...literally in days, well barely to poor Ozzy meaning only one or two words at best and today in particular seems to be a particularly bad day for me. My fear, my pain is at an all time high...think Oz is in the nursery right now, not sure.... or is it bathroom? I don't know.... It's hard to BREATHE.

It's fixing to get worse, just wait...shit is gonna hit the fan and come hard and fast....

"Oz.... Oz...." I groan, shakily hoping he'll hear me....and I NEED him. Thank fuck as if on cue, Ozzy enters our bedroom, looking fucking petrified at my state.

"That's it...Mick, we NEED to get you to the hospital NOW." Firm Gentle...and yet terrified.

"F-Feels...breathe.... air...blood." I manage to whisper, clutching at my very swollen stomach, vaguely feeling a bit wet, as Ozzy at my side now manages to hold me desperately and calls 911, him in tears. "Ozzy.... wet...l-look."

"Looks like.... oh, dear god...you're bleeding a bit, no...no...." Ozzy whispers, and somehow manages to pull himself together and clean my underwear. "Doctor said it was normal...to bleed a wee bit.... said was normal." Ozzy's voice cracks. I go to talk, and Ozzy tells me, "Save your strength firefly...I know its fucking hard for you." Fear coating his tone.

Then an intense pain in my stomach.... a...contraction as a scream is ripped from my throat...things are starting to get hazy....

Are the girls, ok? Please...please let them be ok...Ozzy seems to be desperately keeping me calm or trying to, I can't respond.... the pain...the pain in my stomach is receding.... FUCK! Something warm and wet, is gushing out of me.... that I desperately hope that it's NOT blood.

"Oz... water.... b-broke...I think...." I pant.

"Hold on my love...HOLD on." And then my name is called desperately....as it becomes too much....

I awake...still very much in pain.... god these fucking hurts and i let loose screaming sobs.... Ozzy.... I'd know that distinct scent anywhere.

"Oz...." I whisper and Ozzy's head jerks up and he kisses me desperately.

"Mick, darling.... i am...I...don't wanna lose you.... but I am HERE. The girls.... are ok, I promise...as they can be. Y-You'd been out for a few hours, they've given you s-something for pain, but...it's...not doing too much."

"I-I love you...and.... I am sorry..." I whisper, sobbing...struggling still.

"Don't be sorry my love...its...me who should be sorry...."

"Oz...no...promise me that you will...never leave me." I cry. Ozzy goes to say something...I think when a contraction rips a scream from my throat as I cling tightly to my fiancée, needing him.... wanting and needing yet dreading relief.

My nightmare has and is coming true.... will Ozzy be, ok? He blames himself...he shouldn't, really its neither of our faults.... truly.... I feel so tired already and I haven't even pushed yet, it's still not time. Time.... time is eternal yet rushing by.... time is running out.

Time loses all meaning.... the hours.... or I think its hours, pass by and at some point, they put an oxygen mask on me, and I don't remember when. All I can do is scream.... i can't talk.... I CAN'T. Finally, I am told to push, and I look at Ozzy fearfully, tears in both our eyes.

I whimper...yes fucking whimper.

"My love.... i know you don't wanna do this, but you...you must. I'm not leaving you; I want you to know, you...our daughters are and always will be everything to me. You can do this my Alien.... I love you."

"L-Love.... love you...and our.... girls.... Oz." A gentle tear-filled kiss, as if it's our last....it may well be as I bear down and PUSH.... screaming, crying.... covered in sweat and the scent...not of my beloved's Citrus and Spice, is becoming more and more prominent...BLOOD.

Weaker.... No..No! Keep going.... i think they're saying there's a lot of blood.... then a brief rest and then burning.... more burning and pushing, Ozzy trembling...I think or is that me?

Again, with the 'time thing'.... time rushing by, blurred...distorted, eternal....

"Mick!! Hang on...our first is nearly out, hang on my love!! Please...please, don't go...don't go to sleep." Ozzy sobs, heart wrenching sobs.

"Mmm' love you an.... the girls...mmm, sorry...Ozzy...so sorry." I slur.

The heart slows......a long-sustained beeping noise.... frantic shouting, the wail of a newborn baby, darkness encroaching.... screaming....so much screaming....and then darkness.... goodbye my loves.... goodbye....

I don't to this day remember Ozzy telling me to hang on or that I loved him and our daughters before I 'died' obviously as you well know I didn't stay dead. Turns out Michelle would be our first born.....and her sister, Angel....well they had to get her out immediately then and there so I'd come to find out....so hence the emergency c section and they got her out in a minute....that was the first minute I was 'dead' and then the next 2, were spent bringing me back to life, and that 3rd minute of those 3, I was alive....but I would be in a living death, like Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, for I would sleep for weeks....3 again so I was told.

All I did when I was 'asleep' was dream or relive my life, especially the 8 months of my pregnancy.... i kept seeing Ozzy and I at odds, us falling in love...falling out of love...the nightmares I'd had....and especially Ozzy and I falling in love again, I dreamed of him and our daughters. And I desperately wanted to wake up....and I fucking swear, I always could hear Ozzy's voice, singing to me...talking to me, his cries....and the cries of our daughters...and the smell of Citrus and Spice...baby smells....and I TRIED, TRIED to respond....it turns out I cried in my sleep....

The aftermath is coming.... Ozzy nearly losing me, blaming himself, being so lost with out me and what happened after the darkness came for me....and nearly consumed me for good.

A/N: Please don't hate me, I promise mick will live and someday he and Ozzy may have more children....and Little Michelle and Angel although they will be in NICU for a bit will turn out ok, I promise! Poor Mick and Poor Ozzy....the next two chapters are Ozzy dealing with nearly losing Mick, the aftermath of the birth and more....and they will both be from HIS POV.