07-03-2011, 11:33 PM
Bliss was something she hadn’t experienced for the past two weeks; Teddy had been preforming admirably to keep her fat and happy, going as far as to help build a birthing bed in the corner. But something in her was screaming, she could feel it, something was wrong; it had started as a tickle at the back of her neck the first day. The next day the pain had started, since then during times when she could actually get up and out of bed she had been reading any and all things she could to figure out what was wrong. Some advice said nothing was wrong, some advice, she dared not think about. Today though she felt terrible, her body was a fire centering on the obvious belly she now carried. She was sick and she knew it, somehow she had contracted something with her weakened immune system and now she was just getting worse.
She leaned over the bed and threw up, bile slipping from her mouth but little else since her appetite had gone to nothing a week ago. Demi was burning up, having trouble breathing and she could only figure that she had contract Pneumonia. The goddess knew this wasn’t good, her body was already taxed and this was creating trouble, she feared for the babies in her stomach and feared for her own life too. At this stage in the pregnancy she was supposed to be gaining weight but her form looked thin and diseased. A few days ago she had made Teddy move out of the room, for fear he might contract what she had, needing him strong to care for her, even if she made him where an ill-fitting mask.
She swung her legs over the bed and onto the floor, head in her hands, tears flowing before the first searing pain struck her. Her little lithe frame staggered, a squeak escaping her lips before another overtook her again. Panting she stood staggering toward the birthing box. This was out of her control, her body was aborting them, the terrible thing about being a Doctor was knowing what she was going through. At least in some small part a women going through this without the knowledge of what was coming could still have some small hope but she couldn’t have any. These weren’t birthing pains, these where miscarriage pains, the body terminating the pregnancy to save itself. Some part of her, instinct seemed to impart some old wisdom that this was nature, to procreate the species she needed to remain alive, but her tears weren’t for her sake, but of the precious little babies that had to suffer because their mother wasn’t healthy enough to deliver them into this world.
Several more electric jolts shook her body, the contractions coming quickly before she screamed out meekly as the first of four lifeless bodies was pushed from her. It all happened very quickly since the need to deliver them safely had gone away, the need to save the mother coming before the children. And then it was over, her form exhausted, breathing haggard, the constant asthma sapping every bit of energy she had. Demi couldn’t even sit up to look at the lifeless children, she could only softly call out to the one person she knew she needed.
She leaned over the bed and threw up, bile slipping from her mouth but little else since her appetite had gone to nothing a week ago. Demi was burning up, having trouble breathing and she could only figure that she had contract Pneumonia. The goddess knew this wasn’t good, her body was already taxed and this was creating trouble, she feared for the babies in her stomach and feared for her own life too. At this stage in the pregnancy she was supposed to be gaining weight but her form looked thin and diseased. A few days ago she had made Teddy move out of the room, for fear he might contract what she had, needing him strong to care for her, even if she made him where an ill-fitting mask.
She swung her legs over the bed and onto the floor, head in her hands, tears flowing before the first searing pain struck her. Her little lithe frame staggered, a squeak escaping her lips before another overtook her again. Panting she stood staggering toward the birthing box. This was out of her control, her body was aborting them, the terrible thing about being a Doctor was knowing what she was going through. At least in some small part a women going through this without the knowledge of what was coming could still have some small hope but she couldn’t have any. These weren’t birthing pains, these where miscarriage pains, the body terminating the pregnancy to save itself. Some part of her, instinct seemed to impart some old wisdom that this was nature, to procreate the species she needed to remain alive, but her tears weren’t for her sake, but of the precious little babies that had to suffer because their mother wasn’t healthy enough to deliver them into this world.
Several more electric jolts shook her body, the contractions coming quickly before she screamed out meekly as the first of four lifeless bodies was pushed from her. It all happened very quickly since the need to deliver them safely had gone away, the need to save the mother coming before the children. And then it was over, her form exhausted, breathing haggard, the constant asthma sapping every bit of energy she had. Demi couldn’t even sit up to look at the lifeless children, she could only softly call out to the one person she knew she needed.