S U I T S (#2)

59// beginning

This part moves fast...very fast. Just warning. Bold is a third party speaking.

59// beginning

I was right when I said
that we would have both

Its eight months now
and I shouldn't be feeling
anything yet

But
I do

And its scares me
every which way
and direction

"grayson...grayson, we need to get to a hospital"

Hands clenched

eyes watering

burning tyres

white sheets

"Ophelia, darling, everything is going to be okay"

"not helping"

"hold in there baby, it'll be over soon"

"Sir, Madam, there appears to be two"

"Two?"
"two?"

I am being

destroyed

and put back

together

as I see her face

"One more Ophelia, you're doing great"

"You're going to break my hand"

"try being broken by two human beings!"

Grayson is holding our son and our daughter
in each arm

Black spots appear in my vision

There is so much blood

Those three faces

We did it

We finally made it

Grayson

My son

My daughter

They have their daddy's eyes

"You did it Ophelia. They're beautiful..."

"Ophelia?"

"Doctor she's blacking out!

"Ophelia!!"