wild world [bastille fanfiction]

WWCOMMS .004 // Scarlett Stacey Smith

Three years before  Wild World

"IT HURTS!" Laureline screams holding her nine month pregnant stomach in pain.

"It would do sweetheart, your in labour." Her adoptive father says rubbing her back.

"It's gonna be okay, okay?" She nods her head deeply breathing in and out.

"NURSE!" He screams over the injured people crying out for the same nurse.

She shakes her head crying. "I can't do this." She says rubbing her stomach crying. She is in different kinds of pain and not just the childbirth pain. There was a massive riot, between the armies and the people of Britain. Laureline and her adopted father was caught up in the middle of it while trying to flee from Britain to go back to there home in America...which is also Laureline's wedding day where her was soon to be husband ditched her at the alter. Little does she know he is the hero of this world.

Fortunately enough for them, one of the soldiers rescued the people who wasn't in the riot to fight and brought them to the hospital, Laureline also got stabbed accidentally in the shoulder and accidentally kicked in the leg. They are covered in water from pressure hoses and covered in thick grey smoke from the smoke bombs. She doubles over in intense pain wanting this to all be over. Her whole wedding dress is ripped, bloody, wet, dirty, sweaty, frayed and clings to her body with strands of hair sticking to her sweaty face.

"NURSE!" He cries again holding his daughters body since they are on the floor of the overcrowded hospital. All the beds are taken by the severely wounded, all of the chairs are taken by the children and the ground is mainly for the dead, dying, or like the rest of the wounded patients-the waiting to be seen.

Nobody even turns an eye on him screaming. "Push okay?" Laureline shakes his head as he pushes her short brown hair out of her face.

"You can fucking do this. Laureline, baby...okay just push and then you won't be in pain." She nods her head after listening to her fathers words.

She screams at the top of her lungs holding her stomach in pain. "HELP ME!" She screams as she presses her legs even more into the ground. She shakes her head crying.

"Babe, shh...it's okay." He whispers as the people beside her scream at her to shut up. Laureline ignore them and cries even more clawing at her adoptive fathers arms, screaming louder and pushing with all her mite.

She then stops pushing as there is relief and silence. Laureline looks over her bump to see a baby on the ground. Her father let's go of Laureline's back as quickly picks the baby up. Why isn't he or she crying? Please cry. Laureline thinks to herself as she bursts out crying into her hands. As her father takes of his dirty blazer and then his tie and then his shirt, leaving a half dirty white vest on underneath and wraps the shirt around the newborn baby after cutting the umbilical cords with clean scissors he keeps in his backpack he wears around, always embarrassing Laureline with it.

"Babe...she is absolutely beautiful, why are you not crying then, huh?" As soon as he makes a goofy voice Laureline looks up and stops crying as he sits down next to Laureline.

"The father must be a handsome fucking guy for this outcome." Laureline can't believe her eyes, that's her baby, her baby daughter.

He gently pats all the blood and water off of her red body and gives her carefully to Laureline who is more or less half asleep. Laureline can't even speak since she lost her voice, she goes to kiss her daughter on the head then a solider snatches her baby out of her arms.

"GIVE ME MY FUCKING BABY!" Laureline demands regaining her voice as her adoptive father tried taking the baby out of the masked solider.