Alerrie: His Son

Thirty-Six.

Last Chapter: "Blood was seeping from me onto the floor, forming a puddle. No, no, no, no, no."

Jordie's POV:

I looked at the puddle of blood on the floor, transfixed. Although I tried not to show it to Perrie, I was very worried. I mean, I'm no expert but it was a lot of blood, and that didn't spell good things for Perrie or the baby. However, she was in enough physical pain already, and I didn't want to add mental pain too by describing the dangerous implications of her internally bleeding.

She'd been crying out in pain for a while now. I'd been watching the match with Lillie and Tommy when I heard her screams. As quickly as I could, I'd raced in to see what was happening, but nothing could've prepared me for what I saw. 

"Perrie, you're going to be alright. I'm going to call an ambulance." I attempted to reassure her.

"Please...quickly." She whispered, clearly shaken at the sight of her own blood.

"I'll do it as quick as I can." I replied, searching around for my phone. Where the fuck had I left it?

"My phone..." She cried, pointing in the vague direction of the table.

On her orders, I scrambled towards the area she was pointing to and, sure enough, there lay a phone on the floor. Snatching it off the floor, I saw that the screen was smashed, but there was nothing I could do about that now. In spite of the large cracks on the phone's surface, I managed to navigate my way to emergency call and dial 999.

"Jordie..." Perrie gasped between groans. "...please don't let the kids in here, please." She interrupted herself with another scream.

I opened my mouth to reply, but was unable to as, at that precise moment, the responder picked up the phone.

"999, what is your emergency?"

"Um, uh, I need an ambulance to (address) right now." I stammered. "My step-mum is in a lot of pain and is bleeding quite heavily. She's 8 months pregnant and she thinks the baby's coming."

"Ok, we've just dispatched a team to your location. What you need to do is keep your stepmum calm. Can you tell her to take deep breaths in and out?"

The phone was on speaker, so Perrie, upon hearing this, attempted the follow the woman's instructions.

"I'm trying, but it's hard." She whimpered.

"How old is she?" Asked the operator.

"Thirty."

"So it's nothing to do with age then. Has she had any previous children?"

"Yeah, two."

"Any complications?"

I looked at Perrie for clarification. Neither she or Alex had ever mentioned anything going wrong with either of the kids' births, but that didn't mean nothing had.

"Mm-hmm." She said, nodding. It was clear she was struggling immensely; even that simple reply forced her to close eyes in pain.

"Yes." I told the operator.

"Ok, how?"

"Tommy was breech." Perrie gasped.

"Second birth was breech." I informed the operator.

"Ok, we'll pass that information on to the team. They'll be there really soon, tell mum to hold out for just a bit longer. Does she feel like she's having contractions?"

I looked at Perrie for an answer.

"Kind of." She mumbled. "But they're worse than any contractions I've had before...and the blood..." She trailed off, begginning to cry.