Chapter 51

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Chapter Fifty-One

     September 2012

     Present Day

     “Finally!” I exclaimed as Dr. Amiel and Mom stepped into my room and closed the door behind them. “What took you so long?”

     “We got here as fast as possible.” Mom frowned and came to stand next to me. “You don’t look so good.” She put a palm on my sweaty forehead and searched my face. “Are you feeling any worse?”

     “The contractions are coming more frequently now.” I panted. God, I was tired. “And everything hurts. And my heartbeat’s really fast.”

     “Calm down, Avy.” Dr. Amiel said as she came to stand at the other end of my bed. “This is all normal.”

     “I don’t like it.” I shook my head. “Cut it out. Seriously, just cut it out. I won’t mind. Just end this, please.” I couldn’t get banged up or anything, and I knew that if they did a C-Section it would hurt like hell, but at this point I really didn’t care.

     “Nonsense.” Mom said. “It’s brutal, you won’t handle it.”

     “Just do something, please.” I groaned. “Stick your hand up there and pull it out, if you have to.” Another contraption gripped me and I yelled in pain. “Oh, come on!”

     “Dr. Amiel?” Mom squeezed my hand and looked at the doctor with worry in her eyes. “How long till she can start pushing?”

     “I just need her to sit still.” Dr. Amiel replied impassively. It irked me, really. I wanted to think that my situation was different than the other ones she’d faced before. Was this normal pregnancy? “I need to see if she’s dilated enough.”

     “Oh, this is tiring.” My head sagged against the pillow and I shifted so that she could examine me. I hated that part, made me feel like my privacy was being violated, but there wasn’t much I could do about it, was there?

     “Hmm.” Dr. Amiel said as she examined me. “Yes, that’s good.”

     “Good?” I lifted my head so I could look at her. “Good? How good?”

     “You’re good to go.” She straightened up and offered me a tight-lipped smile, for like a nanosecond or something. “You can start pushing now.”

     “What?” I felt my heart race faster and I looked at Mom, she looked worried and anxious too, but nowhere near me. I was freaking out. Big time. “Mom, do something!”

     “Do you want me to get your father?” She asked. “Or Drake.”

     “I can’t do this.” I shook my head as another contraption hit me, I barely noticed it. “Mom, I can’t do this on my own.”

     “You have to, baby.” Tears were forming in her eyes as she crouched down beside me. “Besides, you’re my daughter. I did it when I was fifteen, you can do it now. Don’t be afraid.”

     “What if I hurt the baby?” I started crying as well and she pushed my hair out of my face. “What if something happens, Mom? Please, help me, please.”

     “I’m not going anywhere, baby” She wiped my tears away and offered me a smile. “But you need Drake as well. Let me go get him and tell the others.”

     “No, don’t leave me.” I gripped her hands tighter. “Don’t.”

     “Dr. Amiel will be with you.” She squeezed my hand reassuringly. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

     Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and tried to calm down my racing heart. I needed to calm down and focus on what I was about to do. But I needed Drake with me. If he didn’t come and help me throughout this whole thing, I didn’t know if I’d be able to go through with it. 

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