She screeched with pain casping David's hands. David with a trembling voice and a teary vision turned at the doctor, only to find him with a blank, never-faced-in-my-life face.
"P..Push, push Jenny, pusshh for our champ Jenna." "I believe she is tired, the baby seems unhappy with the mother's toil. We urgently need check whats wrong with her belly," doctor tried explaining David.
The doc hurried to the screen. Tried to analyse the situation; in vain. He hung his 19th century brown rimmed spectacles onto his brown nose and scrutinized the womb. He didn't move for half a dozen seconds. He had his heart in his mouth. Jenny panted, cluthing her hubby's hand, the hand which held first time back in their elementary school days, voiced, "Why does your face feel dead, doctor. How's my champ?" The doc glaced at David. Looked back at Jenna's belly. "How's my champ?" shrieked Jenny. The nurses had lost their breath. Only the clock was speaking. Utter silence.
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