His POV
She screams, my god how she screams, it must be the most heart wrenching thing ever. It hurts so much that I cry and I can't stop the tears. I try to hold her but her fragile body seems to be burning under my touch, making me feel like I'm burning her. I want to beg her to stop crying but such things have always been difficult for her when she starts.
It feels like hell as I watch her, completely unsure what to do, unable to phone for an ambulance due to the grip she has on me.
She lays there,clutching her belly with one hand and my wrist painfully, with the other. Tears stream down her face even though here eyes are shut tight.
Slowly her screams seem to choke into whimpers and her grip on my arm loosens, I feel the blood rushing down to my fingertips as I move her fringe from her gradually opening eyes.
*Gotta go, will finish this one soon.
