Stampy's POV
Me and Sqaishey walked out of the small apartment and started to walk down the many, many flights of stairs. We were around halfway down the stairs when I noticed that she was walking a few steps behind me as well as wrapping her arms around her stomach. I felt awful for her. Not just because she got pregnant intentionally but it was all the stuff she would have to go though while a flipping child was growing inside of her! Pain, tiredness, emotions, not to mention the whole process of labor. Ugh, that sounded absolutely horrible! Yet, once the whole process was over I guessed it was worth it as you have brought another whole life into the world.
The wind outside was cold and cruel. Each gust blowing harshly in our faces. Dark clouds hung above us like coat hangers, just waiting to realise all the rain that was built up inside of them. I was starting to regret not grabbing some sort of jacket on the way out of the apartement. For some stupid reason I didn't think that it was going to rain today! Why though?! Even during summer it rains here! I glanced down at Sqaishey and was slightly shocked when I saw that she had both of her arms wrapped around her stomach while at the same time was shivering like crazy. Her whole face had gone pale and small beads of sweat was rolling down her face.
I rested my arm around her shoulders and let her lean on my shoulder. I could tell that she was putting all of her weight on my shoulder yet she did not feel at all heavy. It honestly scared me a little bit. So much so that I started to think that I should just walk back home and let her do nothing but sleep for most of the day. Yet when she talked to a doctor about her symptoms and stuff like that maybe they could give her something or tell her what's causing it. She could be feeling this way due to her young age. Having a baby at seventeen would most likely muck your system up terribly.
Every so often Sqaishey would stop walking to catch her breath or whimper quitely. Small tears were running down both sides of her face as well as sweat. Her whole body was shivering. It really was not a pretty sight to see. For a horrifying moment I thought that she was going into extremly early laubor or something yet she would know if she was going to give birth, right? According to nearly every Mother I know child birth feels like nothing you have ever felt before. Sqaisheys surely heard her Mother say that right? When her Mother talked to her in the apartement last night did she go over any facts about laubor? Or did she just tell her that it would be okay? I guess that whatever she said though she was going to support Sqaishey all thoughout this event.
By the time we were right outside of the small doctors surgey she was litreally half asleep on my shoulder. I carefully lifted her away from me and placed her down onto the nearby bench. She looked like she was going to faint at any moment and if she was, this would be the best place to do so. When twelve minites had passed she eventally was strong enough to walk into the doctors surgery whle putting most of her weight on my shoulder as well as pausing every few seconds to catch her breath back.
The second we were though the heavy, wooden doors I automatically started to feel extremly queasy. I never liked hospitals, doctors, or dentists ever since I was young. Nothing bad ever happened to me at the hospital so maybe the fear was just caused by seeing other people unwell...Or the foul smell of surgeon supplies. That was most likely it. Sqaishey talked to the woman behing the counter for a few minites before grabbing my hand and limping into the cramped waiting room. There wasn't many people in here yet it still felt tight and compact.
I sat down next to Sqaishey in some chairs right by the door and stared down at her stomach. To be honest I was a little unnerved that I could see small bumps quickly rise up and down from where the baby was kicking. It was kicking right underneath her stiches as well. That must be painful. Sqaishey leaned her head on my shoulder and stared down at the ground. Just from looking at her eyes I could see that tears where just begging to get out. I was about to ask her if she was okay when the doctor walked into the waiting room and called out her name. She slowly stood up and followed after her. I shaikly sat back in my seat and tried my very best to relax.
Sqaisheys POV
Inside of the doctors office there was a metal bed with blue sheets over it, a long desk, three chairs, and a small window that was covered by metal bars. In one corner of the room there was also a small cupboard which probably held medicine or some stuff like that. I sat down on the edge of one of the chairs and watched as the doctor walked around the room for a few seconds. In her hands she was holding a clipboard that had tons upon tons of writing on it.
The baby kicked me right in my lower stomach. I tried to hold back my flinch yet it was quite hard to do so. The doctor did look up from the writing for a moment to look at me but she looks back down at it again only a few seconds later. Eventually she sat down behind her desk and started to ask me all types of questions. Most of them I didn't even want to answer.
"Okay, can you please tell me how old you are?" What was she going to think when I said my age? She wasn't going to say anything, obviously, yet I knew she was going to secretly judge me. Once I said my age, as well as my brith date, she scribbled something down onto her board and pushed it away from her. "I understand how this baby got conceived. You do realise though that, apart from the extreme complications you will have during pregnancy, laubor will be extremely difficult and could even result in death. Can I just take a look at you stomach quickly?" I nodded and stood up.
She lifted my shirt up a crack and the very moment she laid her eyes in my stitches she lost all colour from her face. It really didn't make me more confidant that this baby was going to be perfectly healthy.
"Around a month ago I slipped while rock climbing and a branch...Went though half of my stomach." I mumbled. Her face went even paler. Before she said anything else she lifted me up and onto the bed before wrapping a mask around my mouth. At once my head started to ache, my whole body felt warm and I wanted to be sick. My vision was starting to slowly fade to black. I felt a warm hand wrap around my cold wrist. It made a shiver run throughout the whole of my body.
"Sqaishey? Hello? Are you feeling okay?" It was Stampy. I could just tell from the voice that it was him. Why was he here? "Listen, Sqaishey, the doctors going to put you under some medication so they can perform a small operation on you. It's just to make sure that there's no pieces of bark in the womb. Okay?" I weakly nodded. By now the whole of my body was paralysed. I couldn't move an inch. All I could do was feel the weak kicking of my child. Why was it kicking so weakly all of a sudden? Was this medicine affecting him/her?
*Time Skip*
I opened my eyes a crack only to see blinding light. The whole of my body was stinging. As if I just jumped into a pit full of bees. Yet my stomach was defiantly the worst. With every kick that my baby did sent a bout of pain throughout my body. With all my heart I just wanted to curl up in a ball and sob. Just sob like crazy. It hurt so much! I suddenly felt the sensation of somebody picking me up bridal style and carry me though a never-ending corridor. I dared to open my eyes again, hoping to not see blinding light.
I first glanced up at the person who was carrying me though the hall. Not shockingly it was Stampy. His face was ever so slightly pale while his hair was all ruffled. Like he had ran his fingers though it motionless times. He carried me outside into the pouring rain and back towards the apartment. Did he even know I was awake? What happened during that small operation?
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Sorry of it was shorter guys. Remember that I will be updating more in my oneshots.
