Chapter 6

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"J-John!... Ah!"

Sarah cried out, clutching her pregnant belly.

Her face contorted in pain, her eyes wide with fear.

John, instantly alerted, rushed to her side, his arms wrapping around her protectively.

"What's wrong?! I'm here!"

John said, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and panic. He scanned her face, searching for any clue as to what was happening.

"B-baby...!"

Sarah gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

Her hands tightened around her belly, her body wracked with a wave of intense pain.

The woman holding the child, a young boy with worried eyes, immediately understood.

She gently placed the child in the bearded man's arms, her husband.

"Hold Kai, David,"

she said, her voice calm despite the urgency of the situation.

"Place her in the mattress!"

The woman commanded, her voice sharp and clear despite the pain.

"And you, Daniel, open the fire and boil the water!"

Her words were a series of rapid instructions, each one laced with an urgency that demanded immediate action.

"And you, Andrian, get the towel in the closet, quickly!"

she added, her gaze darting from one person to the next, her mind racing with the need to prepare for the arrival of her child.

The room, once filled with a tense silence, now buzzed with activity.

John, holding sarah, carefully laid her down on the mattress.

Daniel, his face grim, quickly set about building a fire, his movements practiced and efficient. Andrian, a young boy with wide, almost frightened eyes, scrambled to the closet, his hands trembling as he retrieved a thick towel.

The air crackled with anticipation, the silence broken only by the crackling fire and the occasional gasp of pain from Sarah. 

The arrival of the baby was imminent, and everyone in the room knew that their actions in the next few moments would determine the fate of both mother and child.

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The Woman that are now a midwife, ever-prepared, swiftly reached for a thick, white handkerchief.

With practiced hands, she rolled it into a compact cylinder, ensuring a comfortable fit.

She then gently placed it in Sarah's mouth, a silent gesture of support and a way to muffle the raw, primal sounds of her labor.

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