Come morning I was in terrible pain. Fitz had put me in bed with my upper body propped up. I yelled in pain and squeezed his hand. My water had not broke and I wasn't dialated at all. Kommissar was the one who told Fitz we were going to the hospital. When we got there, they gave me some medication for the pain and put me on an IV drip to help me dialate. I was due in a week but I was in the worst case of premature labor. I could lose the baby if we didn't try to get her out. Fitz stayed by my side the whole time. Kommissar stayed with me too and talked to the doctors whenever Fitz needed to be with me. I moaned in pain and squeezed his hand. "Just breathe sweetheart. You're doing great," Fitz encouraged me. Finally the doctor told me I was able to deliver.
