Twisting Fate

Howl If You're Lonely

Chapter 29

Avery's P.O.V

Travis was ontop of the bed now. Straddling my hips and forcing my shoulders back into the bed. I was furious,. Not only was he blocking my view, he was keeping me from my pups. My babies. My precious babies. God, what have I done?

I bucked and squirmed and screamed. Nothing worked. Finally I went limp in his hold. I lolled my head to the side and closed my eyes as the tears rushed out. No sooner did one land on the pillow, he loosened his grip.

"AVERY-"

I caught him off guard with a knee to the croth. When he recoiled to hold himself I shoved my palm into his nose and pushed up. He flew off the bed and landed in a heap on the ground. I ripped the IV from my arm. A long gash tearing it's way across my wrist. Travis lay unconscious on the floor. That move would have killed a human.

I slid to the edge of bed and tried my damndest to stand. But I was too weak. Something inside my ribs felt broken. That didn't matter. Pain is temporary.  I pushed past the pain. My knees gave way but I spared no time. I began to crawl. I crawled to the nurse who had my daughter. Wrapping her in some strange white sheet. She didn't even clean her up.

I hauled myself up with the help of the counter and my heart broke. A strangled sob escaped me as I raised a shakey hand to my baby's head. Her neck was twisted at an odd angle. Broken. Broken while she was inside me. Broken because I was weak. Broken and dead because I wasn't good enough, strong enough to save her. I lifted her into my arms and I sobbed. I cried so hard I thought my heart would give out. I clutched her to my chest and buried my head into the soft blanket tucked under her chin. I cried and shook.

When the nurse tried to take her from me though my hand shot out on it's own accord and wrapped around her neck. I began to squeeze.  I snarled at her and felt my eyes change. Lazira growled out with such ferocity I thought the nurse would piss herself, "MINE!" The nurse nodded vigorously and with a flick of my wrist she was across the room and crumpled on the floor.

I clutched my daughter and raised my head to the doctor. I steadied myself with the counter once more and made my way to him.

He had successfully removed the umbilical cord from my son's neck, but he was still too blue. The doctor shoved this pump thing into his nose and it made a suction sound. He made quick work of adding an oxygen mask and then picked my son up. He wrapped a hand under his head for stability and another held strong to his back. He bent over and began to swing my baby. He dropped low and swung him up, just to drop him down again with steady rythym. I heard a beat and my heart stopped. I didn't breathe. I clutched my daughter tightly and prayed with everything in me he would live.

Thm.....thmp.....thump.....thump.....thump thump.....thump.....thump thump.

What was realistically less than a minute, felt like an eternity. No sound was heard but his tiny heart trying to beat. Come on baby. Come on.

Finally, the most amazing sound I've ever heard rang through my ears, shattering the silence. He cried. He wailed. His hands balling into the most adorable fists. The doctor stopped swinging him and abruptly put him in this glass box. I shot forward, my hand going to the box.

"Why can't I see him?" I asked the doctor.  So quiet I didn't know if he even heard me.

"He isn't strong enough Avery. He isn't fully developed. I'm going to try to keep him on this incubator. It will work all his organs for him and keep him warm and away from illness while he is in there. But you must know something...."

Without taking my eyes off my child I asked, "What is it?"

The doctor took a deep breath and spoke, "He isn't out of the water yet. At best....I would only give him a twenty percent chance of living." He spoke tenderly, sadly.