The assassination|part two[Closed, Invite Only]
May 11, 2017 10:36:48 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 10:36:48 GMT -5
Pain. Confusion. Panic. It happened all so fast that left the blonde in a state of shock as she was rushed to the hospital ward of the castle strapped down in a stretcher. She could hear shouts in German and the ocean of white and blue clothing darting to and fro through the halls and she could feel their sense of trouble leaking off from their energy. A ripple of pain wrecked throughout her whole body every few minutes as the contractions began rolling in and beads of sweat pouring out.
A wet cloth kept dabbing at her forehead as she felt cooling sensation against a cut wound that missed vital organs. The nurses kept the teen from losing blood while being transported into the infirmary.
Freyleif could only lay there being pounded by the pain tearing through her body and she cursed in her native tongue at herself for trusting a Shinigami and giving him sanctuary at the castle. It was all lies in the end and she paid the price for it, nearly being left in death’s hands in the event of an assassination.
“Why?!” the Queen croaked out and screamed as another wave washed through her body and she curled her hands into fists. She was breathing fast and hard, her abdominal muscles contracting rapidly.
Once in the infirmary, Freyleif was carefully placed onto a bed all propped up for expecting mothers and her clothes were removed for the preparation of the birth. Many of her knights stood guard outside the room and others frantically looking for the assassin.
“My Queen please, listen to me. Breathe deep, and slow.” a kind voice of a female reassured her and slipped her hand into the Queen’s left hand for her to squeeze on.
Freyleif tried to comply. Her breathing regulated for a moment then reverted back to pained gasping. The other nurses kept things as calm as possible and shut the door to the ward as the knights kept asking if the Queen was ok. The women moved about the kitchen to get water ready and rags. The midwife beside Freyleif turned her attention back on her, whose eyes were now encompassed by hot tears spilling down her face.
“It’s too soon.” Freyleif cried out and squeezed the midwife’s hand. Another nurse joined in to help while the midwife cared for the Queen in soothing her worries.
“It will be fine.” the white-haired midwife braced for the crushing squeezes and dabbed the Queen’s forehead with a cool cloth. Thankfully Freyleif had slowly stabilized through the healing to seal the wound now she just had to get pass the labor. Hours went by and an ominous thunder rolled on outside as the clouds blocked the waning sun and soon night time would veil over. No matter how much she urged the nurses to call in her lover they would be all too focused on her and getting the babies out - she had suffered a grave shock and her life was more important right now to keep stable with healers on standby.
“I can see the head! Its almost out!" the midwife cooed to Freyleif. "Everything is going fine, keep pushing dear." she smiled.
Always she had focused on her breathing and been helped along by the quiet but firm encouragement of her midwife. But the burning was new and frightening - even though she knew what it was and that it meant she'd be holding her baby soon. And was it happening! A frightened exhalation escaped her lips as the burning increased and she forced the grimace off her face – no making faces! She'd also been told. Her deep moans were shaky now but she kept them up to keep from crying out.
"The shoulders are passing through the pelvic bone," the midwife reminded her. "This is the most intense part. Breathe through it."
She turned all her attention onto her breathing, letting out quick little pants, keeping her vocalizations to a minimum. And then suddenly every fiber of her being screamed "PUSH!"
"That's great, just like that," the midwife said.
Her heart was pounding in her ears. There was nothing else in her existence beyond the heavy, burning sensation in her loins and the encouraging voices around her.
Another push, another breath; and another still. "I can't!" she whimpered, sweat dripping from her hair into the water bowl, her head collapsing back against the bed rest. It felt like she was getting nowhere. The baby had to be too big. On the next two pushes, the head came out and then on the last, hardest one – the shoulders popped out and her baby slid out into the nurse’s waiting hands. The nurse looked at the baby and shook her head at the midwife before darting away shouting in German that the baby needed t be put into a life support.
“M-my baby where is it?” Freyleif asked panting, she felt drained as all life had been sucked out of her. It was not till then another surge of pain came from the contractions; another baby on the way.
Freyleif struggled through another hour of pushing. She had to stay strong so that she may see her children. After another hour laborious of pushing and screaming, the next baby had a bit of complication coming out but in the end, it required no C section and it came out just as weak.
“It’s a girl.” the nurse said before setting the premature baby into the life support and pulling it away in the emergency baby room.
“Wait-” Freyleif uttered out reaching out with her left arm before it weakly fell to her side and she passed out from all that effort. All she got to see was darkness settling in and the faint echoing cries of her babies being wheeled off.At least she could feel the warmth of her babies struggling, too, in fighting to stay alive.
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A wet cloth kept dabbing at her forehead as she felt cooling sensation against a cut wound that missed vital organs. The nurses kept the teen from losing blood while being transported into the infirmary.
Freyleif could only lay there being pounded by the pain tearing through her body and she cursed in her native tongue at herself for trusting a Shinigami and giving him sanctuary at the castle. It was all lies in the end and she paid the price for it, nearly being left in death’s hands in the event of an assassination.
“Why?!” the Queen croaked out and screamed as another wave washed through her body and she curled her hands into fists. She was breathing fast and hard, her abdominal muscles contracting rapidly.
Once in the infirmary, Freyleif was carefully placed onto a bed all propped up for expecting mothers and her clothes were removed for the preparation of the birth. Many of her knights stood guard outside the room and others frantically looking for the assassin.
“My Queen please, listen to me. Breathe deep, and slow.” a kind voice of a female reassured her and slipped her hand into the Queen’s left hand for her to squeeze on.
Freyleif tried to comply. Her breathing regulated for a moment then reverted back to pained gasping. The other nurses kept things as calm as possible and shut the door to the ward as the knights kept asking if the Queen was ok. The women moved about the kitchen to get water ready and rags. The midwife beside Freyleif turned her attention back on her, whose eyes were now encompassed by hot tears spilling down her face.
“It’s too soon.” Freyleif cried out and squeezed the midwife’s hand. Another nurse joined in to help while the midwife cared for the Queen in soothing her worries.
“It will be fine.” the white-haired midwife braced for the crushing squeezes and dabbed the Queen’s forehead with a cool cloth. Thankfully Freyleif had slowly stabilized through the healing to seal the wound now she just had to get pass the labor. Hours went by and an ominous thunder rolled on outside as the clouds blocked the waning sun and soon night time would veil over. No matter how much she urged the nurses to call in her lover they would be all too focused on her and getting the babies out - she had suffered a grave shock and her life was more important right now to keep stable with healers on standby.
“I can see the head! Its almost out!" the midwife cooed to Freyleif. "Everything is going fine, keep pushing dear." she smiled.
Always she had focused on her breathing and been helped along by the quiet but firm encouragement of her midwife. But the burning was new and frightening - even though she knew what it was and that it meant she'd be holding her baby soon. And was it happening! A frightened exhalation escaped her lips as the burning increased and she forced the grimace off her face – no making faces! She'd also been told. Her deep moans were shaky now but she kept them up to keep from crying out.
"The shoulders are passing through the pelvic bone," the midwife reminded her. "This is the most intense part. Breathe through it."
She turned all her attention onto her breathing, letting out quick little pants, keeping her vocalizations to a minimum. And then suddenly every fiber of her being screamed "PUSH!"
"That's great, just like that," the midwife said.
Her heart was pounding in her ears. There was nothing else in her existence beyond the heavy, burning sensation in her loins and the encouraging voices around her.
Another push, another breath; and another still. "I can't!" she whimpered, sweat dripping from her hair into the water bowl, her head collapsing back against the bed rest. It felt like she was getting nowhere. The baby had to be too big. On the next two pushes, the head came out and then on the last, hardest one – the shoulders popped out and her baby slid out into the nurse’s waiting hands. The nurse looked at the baby and shook her head at the midwife before darting away shouting in German that the baby needed t be put into a life support.
“M-my baby where is it?” Freyleif asked panting, she felt drained as all life had been sucked out of her. It was not till then another surge of pain came from the contractions; another baby on the way.
Freyleif struggled through another hour of pushing. She had to stay strong so that she may see her children. After another hour laborious of pushing and screaming, the next baby had a bit of complication coming out but in the end, it required no C section and it came out just as weak.
“It’s a girl.” the nurse said before setting the premature baby into the life support and pulling it away in the emergency baby room.
“Wait-” Freyleif uttered out reaching out with her left arm before it weakly fell to her side and she passed out from all that effort. All she got to see was darkness settling in and the faint echoing cries of her babies being wheeled off.At least she could feel the warmth of her babies struggling, too, in fighting to stay alive.
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