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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 18:08:23 GMT -5
Nothing my ass. He thought, glancing over at her as the next light turned red. "Okay." He sucked in his bottom lip, running his tongue over it several times. "You okay? How far apart are those contractions?" He asked, wanting to keep talking to her. Anything to keep him thinking.
"How much farther?"
"Four or five blocks, give or take a few blocks." He told her softly, as the light switched green. "I'm going as fast as I can but this is New York, just be thankful there's no traffic jam." He smirked over at her, squeezing her hand lightly.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 18:42:48 GMT -5
"You okay?" She wasn't about to lie again. Emma shook her head. This hurt worse than before--she was doing her best to keep her throat from screeching from the pain, for Oliver's sake. He seemed relaxed enough now, concentrating on the lights changing colors.
"How far apart are those contractions?" Swallowing, she shrugged. There were little spurts of pain, but nothing close to another contraction yet. "I don't know," she reiterated; "I can barely breathe."
His squeeze to her hand made her cling to his palm, beads of sweat on her forehead sticking her hair to her skin. It was so goddamn hot.
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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 18:49:26 GMT -5
The moment she answered he was pulling up into the emergency lane at the hospital. "We're here." He hoped out, and waved down a EMT. Once Emma was safely in the wheelchair he smiled, looking at her. "I'm going to go park the car, and then Oliver and I will be right back. Okay?" He gently touched her cheek before turning around and jumping into the car again.
Parking was a bitch in New York. Not to mention the hospitals. He was clear on the eighth floor of the parking garage. Oliver was holding his hand and walking beside him as they headed back down towards the hospital. "Mommy's going to have your baby sister, whatcha think about that?" He asked, looking down at Oliver.
He seemed to be handling this all pretty well so far. Dean checked his wrist watch as they walked. Where was Cian? Why wasn't he here yet?
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 18:57:20 GMT -5
Nodding, though she didn't like the idea of being left alone at all, she let them go, knowing they'd be back before she was even moved. Her eyes watched the clock, trying not to panic. It was welling up; she had to tell him soon. Now.
Though, having Oliver here was a problem. Keeping this low-key would be the trick. As soon as Cian got here, Ollie would need to go with Dean. He could visit occasionally before their little girl was born, but not during. Definitely not.
Oliver grinned, bouncing along and nodding a few times. "Yah," he answered, "I beeg bruffer. Daddy says so." He nodded again, this time with certain confidence. He didn't like the look on Mommy's face, but he knew she'd feel better if he drew her a picture. Oliver made sure to remember that he had to do that.
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Post by Colette on Oct 22, 2009 19:06:06 GMT -5
He smirked down at the boy. "That's right, you are." He replied. The double doors to the hospital whooshed open and it didn't take long for him to spot Emma sitting in her wheelchair with a stack of papers on her lap. He smiled softly as he approached her, taking the seat next to the chair. "How long of a wait did they say?" He asked softly.
Hospitals never use to give him the creeps, but now, things were much different. The room was filled with people, kids coughing their heads off and old people complaining about their aches and pains. He turned, looking around a moment before finding a coloring book for Oliver. "Here you go bud." He smiled, handing it to him.
Soon as he turned back to Emma a stretcher came rushing past, and the smell of blood was overwhelming for him. "Ugh." He closed his eyes a moment and shook his head. "Hate hospitals.."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 19:10:23 GMT -5
Emma picked her head up the minute she heard the doors opening. The sight of Dean coming in with her gleefully hopping son made her smile easily this time. She'd been unable to keep her stomach at bay while he was gone, and a trash ban sat next to her, waiting for another bout of vomit to come by. She disregarded the papers on her lap. Fucking hospital could wait until she pushed this baby out before they even worried about paperwork.
"Shouldn't be long," she replied softly, though her eyes were set on Ollie as he jumped for joy at receiving the coloring book.
"Look!" he gasped ecstatically, opening up the book and holding it out for them to see. "Flinosawrs!"
The look on Dean's face made her wince, scrunching her nose up. "Sorry," she choked, knowing he smelled blood. "I can have them move the trash can."
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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 19:26:28 GMT -5
He smiled softly at Oliver's excitedness. "Yeah, it sure is." He quickly ran a hand down his face. "No, no... it's okay." He persisted as a nurse came walking up. "Mrs Lawrence?" She asked, looking at Emma. "We have a room ready for you if your husband wants to wheel you down there.[/i]"
Dean's mouth went agape a moment. "Uh, no... no no. I'm not her husband." He laughed softly, rubbing at the back of his head. "Just a good family friend." He told her. "Wanna help me wheel mommy down to her room Ollie-oop?"
Nice switch. He smiled softly. "You can take the coloring book with you." He told him, taking to his feet.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 19:31:11 GMT -5
Just as she was about to say that Dean wasn't her husband, he spoke up first. She scoffed, sighing, resting a hand on her already aching stomach, wanting to rest her eyes and neck a moment. She really wanted Cian... But she had to tell Dean first. Had to. No ways around it. Someone had to know. Emma put a hand on Oliver's head as he clutched the book to his chest, looking over at her with concern in his eyes.
"It's okay, Ollie," she assured him, though her voice was less than convincing. He frowned, not believing her. She could tell he knew something was wrong--she didn't look like herself. And, hell, he was right. This place could've been on fire, for all Em knew--it was so goddamn hot.
But Oliver was glad to help. He took on his tip-toes, trying to reach the bars to push the wheelchair to the room.
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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 19:37:06 GMT -5
Dean smirked at her scoff, helping Oliver push her down the hall and into the room. "Look there's a bed with your name on it." He joked softly, helping her into it. The nurse smiled, laughing softly as she went about preparing the hook up the equipment to her.
"Okay, I'm gonna hook this up and all it does is watches the contractions. Makes sure they're normal and on track. Also watches the baby's heartbeat so if anything is wrong we'll be the first to know.[/i]" The nurse went on as she hooked everything up. Right before leaving, she turned and crouched down to Oliver's height. "You want a sucker?" She asked, digging in her pocket.
Dean looked over, sitting in the chair right beside Emma's bed. "Oh he's a sucker alright." He grinned.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 19:41:19 GMT -5
Oh, yeah. Normal, she thought with a bitter sarcasm, adjusting herself with a grimace on the bed, arms shaky as she moved to find a more comfortable position. Nothing was really settling, but it felt good to lay down and get the pressure off of her back.
Her heard pounded something irregular. For a while she watched the monitor. Just watched. Watched her baby's heartbeat, praying that it would make it. Be all right. Somehow, this one seemed...different than Ollie's. She swallowed, waiting for the nurse to leave.
Oliver's eyes lit up and he nodded, holding his hand out. "Yes, pease," he minded his manners. "Fank joo!"
When the nurse left, Emma swallowed, tears perking in her eyes, breath uneven again.
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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 20:04:05 GMT -5
Dean could see the tears welling in her eyes. "Em." He said softly, leaning in and grabbing her hand. "What is it? I know you want to tell me something." His voice was soft, not wanting Oliver to hear everything he said. "Just... tell me, or think it... Something." He kissed her hand and began silently cursing at Cian for taking so long.
Flashes of him helping to bring Regan into the world went by before he cleared his throat. "That sucker good?" He asked Ollie, turning to look at him. "How's that picture coming?"
He didn't know what else to say, or do, or think, or anything. It was like he was stuck. "Tell me." He told her, looking back at her.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 20:08:38 GMT -5
Oliver was distracted; coloring. She had his undivided attention. She had to take this opportunity. Now.
She couldn't get her voice to stop shaking. Her eyes didn't want to meet his, but she forced them to. "I...had a vision. Maybe three months ago." She swallowed, looking down at the garbage can to reassure herself. "About...this."
Visions of her premonitions flashed in her head. A tear dribbled down her cheek. "I'm not going to make it."
There. It was out. Done.
"Dean, I'm going to die."
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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 20:20:34 GMT -5
"I...had a vision. Maybe three months ago."
He leaned closer, nodding. So she had a vision, it wouldn't be the first. "Yeah." He said softly, holding onto her hand with both of his.
"About...this."
Silence engulfed them, and he could hear the clock ticking on the wall. Just ticking the seconds away until she spoke again. "I'm not going to make it." His brows furrowed as he looked at her. "What do you mean?" He asked softly.
"Dean, I'm going to die."
Everything stopped, not even the clock was heard as he looked at her. His eyes divereted, and danced around before settling back on hers. "What?" He asked, his voice raw. His throat was burning, a clear indication of tears welling up. "But.. not all visions come true, Emma..." He told her. "So there's... No." He shook his head.
"You're not going to die." He told her firmly, his hand on her cheek. "I won't allow it." He smiled, a tear sliding down his cheek. "I'll fight Lucifer face to face before I allow that."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 20:28:18 GMT -5
The expression on his face broke her heart. She bit her lip, watching him try to sort things out in his brain. Her fingers folded around his, holding them tight. "Yes, mine do," she told him softly. "All of mine have come true. They're not long and they're not detailed, but Dean, they happen."
His hand on her cheek calmed her. But she knew this was the end. In just hours, everything would end for her. What would happen? What was there after death? She had three months to contemplate, but only now did it seem like reality.
"This has nothing to do with Lucifer," she scoffed, shaking her head, meeting his eye again. "This is...the baby, labor. Childbirth." The word got caught in her throat. "You have to promise me you won't tell Cian," she stated firmly, finding her voice. "You can't tell him. This isn't a time for him to be worried about me. He...he needs to be happy about the baby, okay? Promise."
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Post by Dean on Oct 22, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -5
"Yes, mine do," she told him softly. "All of mine have come true. They're not short and they're not detailed, but Dean, they happen. This has nothing to do with Lucifer. You have to promise me you won't tell Cian. You can't tell him. This isn't a time for him to be worried about me. He...he needs to be happy about the baby, okay? Promise."
He put one of his hands over his mouth, his eyes glancing back to Oliver. How... How could life be so damn cruel to someone who didn't deserve such things? Death? It was so... permanent. More tears welled in his eyes as he thought about never seeing her again. "Okay." He sighed, nodding.
"I promise." He whispered. "You uh..." He wiped at his face. "You want anything?" He asked, clearing his voice before Oliver could notice anything. "Anything at all."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 22, 2009 20:40:27 GMT -5
She couldn't bear to think of leaving Oliver. She wasn't so much scared about dying as she was about...leaving her family. She'd only been married nine months. Emma wasn't ready to leave her husband, her son, her newborn. If the newborn made it at all... She wasn't sure. She hadn't seen that far into the vision.
Licking her lips, she looked up at him, then stared at her hands. "No. Nothing."
Just make sure my little girl makes it out okay.
Where was Cian? She needed him.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 23, 2009 23:44:01 GMT -5
His heart had stopped when he got that call. He had immediately left work but, upon seeing the traffic that was clogging the streets, decided to bypass his car. He set off at a near-run through the churning sidewalks. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He was gonna be a daddy. It was happening. His little Mo was coming. By the time he got to the hospital, he suddenly had the heart-wrenching terror that he had the wrong one. He skidded to a stop in front of the reception, gasping out, "Emma Lawrence?" He didn't have the mindset to be apologetic for his lack of manners. The nurse smiling toleratingly, though. She hd probably dealt with this sort of thing more than enough times. "Room 317, maternity," she told him after tapping a few things into the computer. "Up to the third floor and off to the right." "Thank you!" he breathed out before dashing off again. He headed straight for the stairs --like he was going to waste time waiting for the elevator-- and dashed up the four flights to the third floor. He slid around the corners and counted the plaques on the side of the doors. "311, 313, 315..." There it was! Darting inside, he let a sigh of relief drop. "Hey." He dropped a hand to Oliver's head and then a kiss to the little boy's cheek. Moving in further he patted Dean on the shoulder. "Thanks," he said sincerely, catching the other man's eyes. And then he only had sight for Emma. He was at the side of her bed, holding one of her hands in both of his. Kissing the fingertips, he asked, "How are you, love?" He was concerned over Emma, of course, but he couldn't keep the lingering smile from his face. Mo was coming. He was gonna be a daddy.
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Post by Dean on Oct 24, 2009 1:00:15 GMT -5
'Just make sure my little girl makes it out okay.'
He gave a nod, kissing her hand once more as he heard a noise at the door, turning, he saw Cian entering. "Right on time." He smiled, swallowing hard and forcing the previous conversation into a dark corner of his mind.
"Thanks,"
He shook his head. "It's no problem." He leaned back. Letting Cian take over from here. He gave Emma a look, before looking to Ollie. "Hey kiddo," He smiled, walking over and crouching down by him. "Wow... look at all those colors you used. Good job. You wanna grab something to eat or drink?"
Might as well give the two a moment alone together.. Knowing it was their last. "I'mma take him down to the cafeteria. I'll be back in a few. Cian, you want anything?" He asked.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 13:45:06 GMT -5
A breathless Cian appeared in the door, and she could only smile as she reached out for him, trying not to think about her vision anymore. There was no use in dwelling on what couldn't be avoided, especially because she wanted to cherish whatever time she had left with Cian that wasn't going to involve pain or sweat. Dean's comments to Ollie wrenched at her heart--she would never see her boy again. The boy that really made her grow up.
After swallowing the lump in her throat, Emma turned to Cian and tried to smile. "Hot," she replied, evening her breaths out. "Nervous. Nauseous. Kind of in pain." Her eyes glanced up to the clock, wondering when the next one would come. "You?"
Oliver picked his head up, grinning through a mouthful of lollipop. "Daddy!" he cried, throwing his arms up in the air, but only receiving a kiss on his cheek. Well, that would do for now, he supposed.
He pointed to the picture. "Gwee and ello and owange and stuffs! I do good?" He looked to Dean for approval. Ollie pondered over the offer for a second before nodding. "Milk, pease."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 15:17:15 GMT -5
"I'mma take him down to the cafeteria. I'll be back in a few. Cian, you want anything?"
Cian shook his head, keeping his eyes on his wife. "Thanks, Dean," he murmured. He jerked away a moment, though, moving to his son. He scooped Oliver up into a massive hug, holding him close. "Hello, Ollie. I love you." He ruffled the boy's hair before settling him on the floor again. would never see her boy again. The boy that really made her grow up.
"Hot, nervous. Nauseous. Kind of in pain.You?"
Cian winced a little in sympathy and swept some of her hair from her sweat-soaked forehead. "Sorry, love. I'm fine really." He shot her a grin. "A little nervous, yeah." He took up her hand again, squeezing it gently.
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