SCARED LOVE | five Hargreeves

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SWEAT FELL LIKE A LIGHT DRIZZLE OF RAIN from her forehead. her throat was sore as she screamed bloody murder; her teeth aching each time she clenched her jaw. the death grip she had on the side of the bed was lethal, and the monkey couldn't help but thank the heavens above he wasn't holding her hand.

"get her out!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes as she pushed harder than she ever had before. part of her thought she was going to push her intestines out with how hard she was pushing, though she couldn't think too much on it as another contraction came.

the woman didn't know what was more painful, childbirth or the amount of glass she had stabbed into every inch of her skin. it felt like that one time she stayed on the toilet for three hours, that shit did not want to come out.

literally.

the man adjusted his monocle, his hands on her knees as he encouraged her to push, "keep it going, she's crowning."

"i'm trying!" she snapped, glaring at her boss. a scream erupted from her again, lights flickering above. everyone she ever met told her childbirth is a magical experience, something to look forward to.

now she wants to laugh in their face.

she wanted so badly to cuss them out, this pain, this birth isn't anything she ever wanted to feel again. she could feel herself ripping, the skin stretching so far it cracked. teared. scarred.

"you're almost there, Amiska," Reginald spoke, "the head is out, now the body."

"i can't." she cried, flopping her tangled bloody head of brown hair back onto the metal table, "it hurts; everything hurts. i can't see, it's all spinning, i- i can't reggie..."

her whimpers stung the men's hearts. stabbing the small parts of them they only reserved for her. there wasn't anything they could do but encourage her to continue. she was too early to give birth, she had a whole month ahead of her. her husband should be here, that's why she's here to begin with; because her husband was meant to be here.

where is he?

"yes you can, you need to. do you want her to live or not?"

his words were cold, harsh, but it was what she needed to hear. she needs her daughter to live, needs for her see the light of day; to run on the playground with kids her age having the time of her life.

she needed her daughter to live.

crying she shivered, using whatever strength she has left to push. she screamed, yelling profanities and cussing the gods above.

Reginald nodded, grabbing the body of the girl and cutting the umbilical cord from her neck, the child, an awfully shade of blue, stained red from the pools of blood that circled from under her mother, had barely moved an inch.

cold to the touch in his hands.

the man knew Amiska needed to push, because of her daughters strangulation, he also knew he couldn't tell her. she's already half way on deaths door; and there was still a chance he could save the child.

he just needed her to get out on time.

he cleaned the child, wrapping her in a random jacket in the room. before he could show the newly turned mother her child, he took a chance to check her heart beat. slow, but there.

with a wipe of his brow, he turned towards the woman, showing her the newborn. the woman smiled weakly, her breaths slow and hallow as her eyes failed to focus on her child.