Perfect With Imperfections

PART 1 - xi

I started to come around in the ambulance; I didn’t feel any pain then. Your face was swimming with emotion, countless paramedics were around me. The green of their uniform looking too bright for normal vision. Blood was everywhere, my blood. You were holding my hand, my head bobbed from side to side as I heard distant noise, words. Sounds. I mumbled “Save them.” I realised I didn’t care whether I lived or died now. That’s what they were talking about, whether my heart would fail before the birth. Just save my babies. I dug my nails into your arms, my face angry, tears falling. “Get them out!” I screamed it as my body started to convulse. I could feel one of the twins coming, it hurt. Really hurt. The ambulance doors opened and I was pulled out on the stretcher.
I saw the needle being pushing into my skin, felt the sharp scratch. I saw the small knife, lifting my head at the wrong moment. My baby was stuck. He was stuck! I was screaming, crying, I could feel the tare, the blood pumping as the adrenaline shot sped up my heart. I saw him, crying. Covered in blood. The most beautiful sight of my life. My limbs were weak, tired. I smiled, holding out my arms. But they took him away, they took him. I screamed out, where were they taking him? My baby! I saw you run through the door, seeing the sight of me. I let my arm fall as my cries echoed through the room. I could hear doctors shouting around me, machines beeping and whirring.
“Stay with me courts! Stay with me! Don’t you dare fucking leave me like this!” you were shouting at me, holding my face in your hands, I heard the cries of our little girl. They were safe. My eyelids fluttered. It was safe to sleep now. I smiled, “I love you… Keep them safe.” The noise stopped, everything stopped. I was slipping away…