Eli was tossing and turning in his bed, groaning in pain as his stomach pains came back like a speeding train through a thin layer of glass and he was writhing in cold sweat.
He awoke to a start when he thought he felt something move and another wave of anguish washed over him.
Burpy hopped up to him in worry of his condition and Eli thought of using the bathroom, not noticing the large wet spot in the middle of his sheets, something Burpy and the other slugs noticed almost immeadiate.
They tried to tell him of the spot on his sheets, but Eli was too much in pain to focus on their chirps and squeels. He stumbled into the bathroom, his legs growing weak as the pain escalated between his legs. He sat besides the toilet to catch a breath, before a shock ran up his spine, causing him to scream unvoluntarily.
The slugs started to chirp madly as Eli looked down and saw blood. He began to panic as the pain now escalated and became unbearable. He was screaming and gasping for air, wishing that his friends were here to help him or get him to a hospital.
Burpy climbed under the door and saw the blood. In an instant, he was by Eli's side as the tears began to fall down his cheeks. Eli had to hold back a few screams of pain as other slugs soon joined Burpy to be at Eli's side, including Doc, his healer slug.
"D-Doc..." Eli said in between sobs," I'm scared...(Sniff)...Please...(Sob)Help me."
Doc could see that his friend was in peril, but he also knew that he couldn't so he hopped down unto Eli's paining stomach and put his antenae to the surface. With a look of shock on his face, Doc soon began to bark orders at the slugs.
From what Eli could see, Rookie, Burpy, Spinner, and Banger had to get a set of towels from one of the upper selves. Two of the towels went under Eli for support under his back. Spinner then used his web attack to pull Eli so that he could be lying down against the floor. Beaker wetted one of the towels and place under Eli's bleeding exit while Buzzsaw cut open Eli's pajama bottoms to expose the entrance. Eli blushed at the thought of him being so exposed even to his slugs, but the pain soon made him forget about it.
Doc went to the source of the problem and growled in frustration. As Eli watched, Doc was grumbling about something in Slug language to the others. He had never seen Doc so focused before unless it was in battle, and even then he was never so aggressive about it with the slugs.
Eli let out another scream, wishing his friends were here and regretting ever sending them away when he heard a familiar tone, "Eli?!"
"Kord?!" Eli called in disbelief.
Kord burst into the disturbing scene and almost fell over when he saw the blood. He forced himself up and went into the room followed by Pronto, Trixie, and...
"Twist!?" Eli exclaimed in shock, "W-What is he d-doing h-here? Ahh!" Eli let out another scream as his friends and enemy surrounded him. Kord and Twist took their places on both sides of Eli and Pronto took his place where Doc was. Pronto bent over and looked at Eli's exit while Trixie got out her camera to record.
"G-Guys!" Eli yelled, "What are you doing? What's going on?!"
"Eli," Kord began, "Listen, Bro, you're not going to believe me, but...you're pregnant..."
"What?!!!" Eli surely began to panic until Twist added, "...and in labor as it seems."
Kord and the others gave Twist a hard look as Eli groaned in disbelief, "B-But how is that possible...I...I-I'm a g-GUY!!!!!!! HAH!"
Eli started to breathe shallowly as Twist and Kord held onto his hands.
"He's only eight centimeters," Pronto said, "He's not fully contracted yet. We need more time. Trixie, put that camera down and get me some supplies."
"What kind of supplies?!" Trixie asked.
"Get me some fishing line, a pair of scissors, and some clothing pins. And make sure the fishing lines and scissors are sanitized."
As Trixie went to do as she was told, Pronto ordered Eli to, "Just stay calm and breathe, Eli. We can handle this."
By the time Trixie came back with everything, Pronto had helped Eli through breathing exercises and Twist and Kord were trying to hold on to the nerves in their hands as Eli squeezed them half to death.
"Alright, he's fully dialated," Pronto said with a nod, "Now, here comes the hard part. Eli, I'm going to count to three, and when I do, I want you to push as hard as you can, okay?"
Eli nodded his head, anything he could do to make the pain go away.
"1...2...3! PUSH!!"
Eli used all his might to push out the infant that was apparently in his body trying to get out itself. It was more painful pushing it out than it was holding it in; Eli thought he'd be screaming his head off as his legs spread open like a sword was coming out instead of a fetus of any size.
"Good, good," Pronto said, "Now breathe. Okay here we go again: 1...2...3! Push!"
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Eli panted after the third push and decided he was too weak to do it again.
"Wonderful," said Pronto, "Just one more and it'll be out."
"I-I don't think I can do it," Eli sighed, "It hurts too much."
"Eli, listen to me," Kord commanded softly like a father, "We've handled worse than this. You're too strong to give up now, especially when this is YOUR child's life on the line. Don't tell me you want it to die."
No! Eli didn't want that. Kord was right, but he still needed a bit of influence.
"Come on, who's the Shane?" Kord asked.
"I-I'm the Shane"
"Who's the Shane?"
"I'm the Shane"
"Who's the Shane?!"
"I'm the Shane!"
"WHO'S THE SHANE?!!"
"I'M THE SHANE!!!!!"
"Good, now PUSH!!!!!"
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Eli almost collapsed as the pain finally left him motionless and tired. He waited silently for a baby's cry, hoping it wasn't born still.
A cry as heard all over the bathroom as Pronto lifted up a little bundle up for all to see the face of a beautiful baby girl, taking in her first breathe of air as she wailed and wailed out for someone to calm her.
Eli looked at her with disbelief and somewhat wonder as he gazed at her with enlightened eyes.
As soon as he saw his precious little girl, he soon fell into darkness.
