Orphan in Limbo

Halloween (2)

"Ouch! These twins are insanely energetic!" The former sister of the church wailed though her attempts to keep her voice's decibels moderately after the hundredth violent unborn twins kicks which agonized her by keeping the palm of her hand lightly kneading the pregnant belly.

In the meantime, the both former members of the church have been waiting for a half an hour in the hospital as thry were seating, awaiting eagerly one of the doctors to accept them and check the unborn twins whether if they are alright or otherwise obnoxiously endangered.

What it immensely exasperated them was not only the quantity of time which has elapsed by resulting to nothing else than wasting their time to wait, moreover the doctors' irresponsibility during the night shifts.

Timothy was the more outraged one since his wife's baby kicks were slightly more violent even more agitating and frequent and neither a nurse, nor a single doctor bothered to check her recent condition.

The majority of the staff in the hospital were far from available to first aid their recent patient as they had more patients, whose health conditions were exceedingly critical.

"Everything is going to be alright, rare bird! Hopefully a doctor will accept us within seconds or even minutes." Despite the melancholy and distressing situation, itself, the frustration sublimed as the blood vigorously boiled in their veins. He snaked a strong arm around her shoulder, in order to soothe her by massaging her shoulder, kneading the fabric of her gown.

Suddenly clicking shoes approached the impatient couple as one of the doctors ushered them to follow him as the former priest helped his wife by holding her smaller, warm one into his larger hand, squeezing it as they were escorting the doctor.

"Mr. and Mrs. Howard, I'd like to apologize for everything and the time keeping you waiting, but on Halloween the patients' amount is greater than some days." The doctor, who was actually young man in his late 20s years replied by holding the door for the recent patients, entering his office and nodding their heads by greeting him warmly.

"It's alright! We won't keep ya busy for too long, Doctor!" The blonde retorted by nibbling on her bottom plumpish lip, seating on the chairs against the doctor's cherry wood bureau. "We're just for an ultrasound test by checking on the babies, if they're doing alright."

"Oh! Then follow me in the other room, ma'am!" Meanwhile they got from their seats by following the doctor as Jude laid on the patient bed, while Timothy seated on the chair alongside her and taking her petite, milky hand into his larger one, squeezing it tightly for supporting her. 

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It has been almost a day since the both recently committed patients in the mental hospital, Susan Clarke and Samuel Montgomery, as they're responsible for the Pre-Halloween massacre, taking place in one of the least populated Boston parks by murdering 13 people at least, numbering children, adults and elders. 

The most peaceful parks in Boston won't be deemed as the safest places for hiking, relaxation and other further activities since this brutal, barbarous massacre, caused by Susan and Samuel. 

Susan and Samuel were actually friends for years as the young woman is no older than the beginning of her 30s with shaggy lion mane of black as ebon tresses, cascading down her spine with fair skin tone, freckles veiling her cheeks and piercing as arrows amber brown orbs. She wasn't tall at all as her height was approximately 5'4 only with slender body structure. Susan wore as usually scarlet and grayish garments especially grunge ones, which hugged her slender, nonetheless yet curvy body.