There was so much blood
It was chaos inside the room as Arthur tried to get Angela to calm and push.
But she was crying so much; she could no longer feel the baby.
And she was bleeding...from her eyes, yet after hours of this she was only five centimeters dilated.
Any higher power above was playing a game that Arthur did not want to play, for Bella had already given birth and kicked it.
Jacob and Edward were going at it, just outside because of this, but Arthur did not give a rat's underside.
"Art—Arthur, take it out," Angela cries faintly as blood poured from her eyes. "save the baby."
Arthur tried to smile at her but only managed a grimace. Either way, he doubted she could even see anymore anyways and he cringed to think that this was his fault.
Just hours after infecting Angela with his venom, she had not only fainted but her water had also broken.
So, it brought Arthur over to the dark side, to wonder whether he had been the one to speed up the birth—for that had not at all been his intention.
Intentions...load a good they'd done him because Angela was now laying in Carlisle's in-home ward; onto a hospital bed, begging Arthur to save their baby.
He picked up a knife, profusely apologized to Angela who screamed at him to do it and he went under and with a few slicing sounds and more blood gushing out, Arthur threw back the knife [which landed somewhere onto the floor] and instructed Angela to push.
With each push came a scream of agony from Angela and it broke his heart, Arthur, to see her this way.
But finally, with a slight crunch...a little head coated in blood and sticky clear liquid emerged.
"Nearly there, love. Just keep on!" Arthur said as he positioned his hand to receive the baby.
After much agonization, it was popped out—the baby. Angela took a deep breath and collapsed into her pillow as Arthur held the limp baby far from him.
"Why isn't the baby mo-moving Arthur? Is it...it is-"
But it wasn't.
Seconds after, a piercing shrieking cry escaped the baby as it dangled far from its father, the cold air hitting at its naked body like daggers.
Angela smiled weakly as Rosalie entered.
"Oh my god." Rosalie touched at her heart as Angela reached a bony arm towards the baby.
"I want to touch—"
Arthur walked over and handed over the baby quite quickly as it continued to cry. Angela hugged it close and snuggled her face to its slimy one.
"What is it?" Rosalie whispered to Arthur.
But Arthur ignored her for warmth had started to spread through his chest as he stared at the newly quiet baby who was sucking on its Mam's cheek.
Angela gave a weak little laugh; her eyes seemed dull as her chest heaved with the effort to keep breathing.
Arthur's eyebrows furrowed, he knew something was wrong before Angela said this.
"Momma loves you, Baby-babe."
Arthur picked up the small baby and handed it over to Rosalie as he rushed to Angela's side.
"Take him!"
Rosalie did so with happiness but as she carried the small baby away, its eyes popped right open to reveal full white eyes; Iris, pupil, sclera and all.
