I am awoken by a panicked cry. My eyes focus in the dark on Willow's tear soaked face.
"Ollie I think my water just broke," She whimpers. Now you may be wondering, wait is she nine months already? No. We supernaturals have shorter pregnancies, around five or six months. Why? Because we develop faster.
I jump up out of my bed and bang my head on the roof above me.
"Oh, fudge," I groan, climbing down the ladder.
"What are you to up to?" Castor groans. Waking up.
"Baby" I say. His eyes widen and he jumps out of bed and punches his brother in the head.
"Wake up, it's baby time," Pollux looks very disorientated, rubbing his head where he was hit.
"I'll go wake Mafi," I sit Willow down on Castor's bed and walk down to Mafi's room. I hesitate knocking on the door. I do not know what I will find behind it. I bring my fist up and knock twice. I hear a faint movement and the rustling of sheets.
The door creaks open and Mafi peers around the door.
"What is it Acheron?" The old man grumbles.
"It's Willow," I manage "We need to go to the hospital." Mafi seems to understand. He closes the door again and I run back to the room to get some proper clothes. When I push open the door Castor and Pollux are gone and Willow is still sitting on the lower bunk, a hand on her stomach and the other clenched in a tight fist. I sit beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looks at me with her round eyes. Fear, mixed with relief and urgency.
"I'm worried Ollie," she whimpered. I look down at the floor helpless.
"I am too Willow, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you and the baby are both safe.
* * *
The drive to the hospital was silent and tense. The old blown out car that Mafi apparently 'borrowed' made worrying noises the whole trip. I look out the window and watch the passing scenery flash by. My mind was filled with nothing but Willow, leaning on my shoulder and whimpering every time we passed over a bump in the road.
Mafi swings the car parked horribly in the Hospital's parking lot and we all jumps out to help Willow. We get to reception and the terribly cake-faced receptionist looks at us weirdly before Mafi strides over and whispers something just so she could hear. She nods grimly and calls a doctor on her phone.
We wait only a few minutes before a woman appeared from the doors that lead into the winding corridors of the hospital dressed in her doctor's uniform. She waves us over and we follow her into the maze.
None of us speak, I couldn't if I wanted to anyway. Willow's hand was squeezed so tightly around mine if I opened my mouth I would probably make unimpressive noise.
We seem to walk to the other end of the hospital, past the pristine walls and health posters. The thing that really shook my nerves was the crying. With my enhanced hearing I could hear everything. Every cry, every scream. The sorrowful mothers and the young children, tears streaming down their faces. It made me want to curl up in a ball, but I knew I had to stay strong for Willow.
We seemingly reach our destination, double brown doors with the sign 'Supply closet' on each. The doctor looks around before lifting up a secret hatch and pressing in a passcode. She opens the doors and instead of bandages and crutches we are greeted by a whole other ward.
The sign hanging from the roof just inside said. 'Supernatural ward'
The doors close behind us and the doctor finally turns to us.
"Which one of you is the father?" She asks.
"Acheron kind of incinerated him," Castor laughs. The doctor smilessweetly still.
"What was he? This is important information, it will help with the birth," she nods
"Human," I say. She shakes her head.
"And you dear?" She adresses Willow.
"Shapeshifter, wolf," She stutters, clutching her round belly, clearly in pain.
"Alright let's get you into a bed," she whisks Willow away for us and I hae a bad feeling in my gut. I want to be with her, I need to be.
The doctor comes back and I imeadietely know something is wrong.
"What's wrong with her," I ask desperately.
"Human and supernatural DNA don't mix well, Human children need more time in the womb, the baby isn't going to make it I'm afraid."
I swallow and try take deep breaths.
"Will Willow be okay?"
"We are not sure, we are trying our best," she says grimly. I bow my head and stare at my shoes.
* * *
I sit next to the hospital bed holding Willow's hand in both of mine. Mafi took Castor and Pollux home so it wouldn't be so crowded. Willow had been put to sleep to relieve her of stress so the only thing that kept me sane was the steady rise and fall of her chest.
The world seems to pass around us and we are just frozen. THe doctors have come to the conclusion that the baby will not survive but they still aren't sure about Willow. The doctors said they'll perform the procedure to get the fetus out at seven o'clock, an hour from now.
From the window across the hall I can see the sun has risen over the horizon, I have been sitting in this chair for what seems like an eternity, the beeping and whirring of moniters drilling into my brain.
After an unnumbered amount of ticks of the clock a doctor steps in.
"We are going to have to ask you to step outside Mr Lillies," I get to my feet grudgingly. "I promise to do my best to save her."
But will that be enough.
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