𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 / 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑲𝒐𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒆/ 𝑹𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍

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Holly screamed loudly. It's been five hours of endless groaning, sobbing and screaming. Y/N is sweating and to be frank, she's nervous. Holly has been pushing for over an hour now and so far, Y/N's seen nothing. Then something happened. Blood.

"Holly..."

Holly cried, knowing exactly what it was. Y/N looked at her and Holly exhaled a distressed breath.

"Holly what's happening?" Y/N asks a little too quietly.

"My baby...my baby. Something's wrong with my baby."

"Like what Holly?" Her voice came out in tepid breaths. Scared, confused, worried.

"You have to cut me."

"What?" Y/N was answering, but her eyes were staring ahead—still in a daze.

"Please Y/N."

"I-I can't do that. What if you die?" Finally their eyes met.

Holly responded with a scream. "Get it out! Please!" She begs. Y/N could not believe that it turned out to be this way of all ways. Holly is supposed to have a straight birth...not a C-section.

"Okay, okay, just tell me what to do." Y/N felt even more pressured than before. Beads of sweat trickled her forehead and she felt her vision go cloudy.

"Okay. Okay." Holy exhaled heavily and grinned her teeth in pain. "Scalpel. You have to cut right here." Holly made a line with her finger, showing Y/N where she should cut. She exhaled again, her face getting redder by the second.

"Breathe Holly. Please breathe."

"You have to make an incision past the tissues and separate the muscle wall until you eventually reach my...my uterine wall. Then you'll be able to take him out."

Y/N nodded, placing the tip of the scalpel against her skin. "If I die

"No." Y/N cuts in.

"If I die...please take care of him Y/N. I beg you."

Y/N blinked tears from her eyes and shook her head as she finally cut through. Screams filled the tent, blood pooled—drained. Y/N felt every word Holly said to her just a few hours ago. Holly is right, she just wanted her daughters to be with her.

To be themselves. To not have to fight. Fact of the matter is that they don't have to fight at all. They've got nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing. Y/N forced back a sob as she continued to cut. Holly's cries turned to sobbing and soon...it got quiet.

Y/N sniffed and allowed her tears to drop from her eyes. The sound of popping and tearing ceased and Y/N stuck her hand through the opening. She felt around, touching something. Y/N pulled it out and along with it came intestines.

Y/N held the child in her arms, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Was it all for nothing? Two months just wasted?

"Come on." Y/N whispers. She used her two fingers and pressed gently onto the child's chest. His brown lips are a faint shade of blue and his eyes are closed.