Scene where Bella goes into "labor", but make it Gallavich.
TW: blood; child birth;cutting;knives; needles
Sorry this may be weird, It was something I thought it was something interesting to write
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Mickey smiled as he talked to Lip and Carl. "Sounds weird." Carl responded and they all laughed. They had been sitting in the living room. They decided it would be good for Mickey to move around, since he was almost "due". Mickey was leaning onto Lip as they walked. He saw Lip and Carl raise their heads, someone was back. He looked at Carl, Carl smiled. "Ian and Jake." He said and Mickey nodded. "Help me up." Mickey responded and Lip nodded.
"Hey." Ian said as he wrapped his arm around Carl. He slightly tapped his cheek and smiled at the sight of Mickey. "Look at you." He said and Mickey smiled. He could walk on his own but he still leaned onto Lip. "Fiona?" Mickey asked and Ian smiled. "Soon." He said and Mickey nodded. Mickey laughed and Ian smiled. "You guys just walking?" Jake asked and Mickey nodded. "Exercise." He said and Jake smiled. "We were talking about important things as well." Lip added and Ian looked at him.
"You might want to tell them Mick, it's pretty important." Carl said and Mickey smiled. "What now?" Jake asked and everyone smiled. Mickey smiled and looked at Ian. Ian smiled, he missed the muscular and healthy version of his Mickey. Instead he stared at the bony face and thin arms and waist. Either way, he loved Mickey, his Mickey. Sickness and health. "What's going on?" Ian asked and Mickey smiled. "I was thinking about baby names." He said and Ian smiled. "I was sort of messing around with you and Jakes." He says before laughing. "Carl hates it." He added and Carl rolled his eyes.
"What is it?" Jacob asked and Mickey smiled. Ian could see Mickey lean onto Carl for more support, he was getting tired. "Well you know Ian and Jacob, so I was thinking, uh, IJ, for a boy." He said with a smile. He could see Jacob raise his eyebrows. "IJ?" He asked and Mickey smiled. "Weird?" He asked and Ian smiled then shook his head. Jake did the same. "See, told you." Mickey said to Carl. Carl rolled his eyes. "Fine, it's actually not that terrible." He said and Mickey smiled. "What about a girl?" Lip asked and he could see Ian smile. "I was sorta of thinking after my mom." Mickey responded and stared at Ian. "Laura." He said and Ian smiled. "It's perfect." He said and Mickey smiled. "Okay, that ones cute." Carl said and Mickey turned to him. "Hmmm." He hummed and he could feel his throat get dry. His drink was on the coffee table, so he bent down to get it.
He reached down to grab it, and that's when he he felt it. His back, his legs, everything. He closed his eyes as he felt everything in him breaking. He gasped loudly and his legs felt weak. He felt himself fall to the ground and could feel the pain go to his knees and back. He could see Carl step back and Lip as well. He was going to fall on his side until he could see Ian move as fast as he could. He carefully grabbed his head and everyone else went to the floor, staring at him with terror. "Carl." Ian called and he could see Carl move to the next room along with Lip. "What's going on?" Jacob asked and Ian moved down and scooped Mickey up. Ian moved them quickly into the next room, he could see Carl starting up machines and Lip wheeling over a cart. He laid Mickey down gently and moved to the other side of the room.
"Ow!" Mickey yelled as the pain came back. "Carl, get me those napkins and plastic bags." Ian said and Carl nodded. "Ian." Lip called, Mickey could see Lip on the phone. "Fiona said something must had detached." He said and was on the phone again. Mickeys vision began to blur and his whole body ached like stones laid on him. "She's coming as fast as she can." He said and he sounded worried. Fiona, Jimmy, and Debbie had gone on a hunt. Out of all days. Mickey screamed more as he felt the pressure and pain in his stomach. "Ow, ow!" He yelled and could see Carl staring at Ian. "Morphine, Carl." Ian demanded and Carl handed him the syringe. Mickey grunted as he felt the needle go into him. Carl stared at Mickey and he could feel the worried and tenseness. "We have to do it ourselves." Carl said and reached for the small knife. Across, Ian reached his arm out and firmly grabbed Carl's hand.
