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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 1:56:00 GMT -5
"I'm worked up. I just...I'm not as calm as I should be. I'm sorry."
Cian shook his head, clasping her hand. "Don't worry about it, love. You're about to squeeze another human being outta y'. You're allowed to be a little worked up." He grinned softly and ran a hand through his hair. How to calm her down... "I know, jus' think of a few months from now. Sitting in a rocking chair in our little girl's nusery, holding her close as you hum 'er a lullaby..." God, that was a peaceful scene.
Dean entered again and... Cian wasn't an empath but he could feel the iciness between his wife and friend. He decided to leave it alone for the time being, though. He was sure, whatever it was, it wasn't too serious.
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 2:16:18 GMT -5
Dean stayed silent as the two talked, his hand over Emma's. 'Calm, Em, calm. Remember calm.' He perked a brow, wanting to try to path to her. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. "Emma... I didn't tell anyone. I promise. I.. I called Bobby, okay? I wanted to ask him something. That's all." He pathed.
"I know, jus' think of a few months from now. Sitting in a rocking chair in our little girl's nusery, holding her close as you hum 'er a lullaby..."
His eyes snapped open as he looked at Emma. Nice... Lovely. Make her think of something she'll never get to do. He sighed softly. "It's going to be okay." He smiled softly at her. "I promise."
[[S&S... sorry...]]
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 2:23:52 GMT -5
She looked at Cian out of the corner of her eye. "Thank you," she said choppily to his first comment, "for giving me that lovely mental image." Another human being. She was barely able to get Ollie out last time. How did she expect herself to do it this time, when the stakes were much higher and her time was limited?
A short exhale emitted from her as he gave her the picture of holding her baby, rocking her to sleep. As much as it hurt, she felt better. Just fantasizing. She heard her heart skip a beat on the monitor.
Emma heard Dean's thoughts and looked to him, a definite certainty to her face as she turned her head completely to him so that Cian couldn't see her mouth, whispering so that Cian couldn't hear, "No it's not."
And that was the truth of it. The tightening returned and she gripped the bed pan.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 2:29:52 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said choppily to his first comment, "for giving me that lovely mental image."
Cian shot her a cheeky grin. "'Course, love. That's what I'm here for," he joked.
She tensed up again and Cian was alert. "All right?" he confirmed. He readied himself to help her sit up in case she had to vomit again. He tried to think of the scene he had given Emma just before, to help himself along. They just had to get through this night, maybe some of tomorrow. And then this would be over and they would have their family.
He missed the exchange between Emma and Dean completely. He had gotten distracted by Oliver in fact, who had been quiet the past few minutes. "How're you holdin' up, lad?"
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 2:36:37 GMT -5
"No it's not."
He sighed, giving a faint nod as he squeezed her hand gently. As she tensed, he grabbed the pale, holding it out of her. "Get it out." He told her. It was odd, how each of her pregnancies were so horrid. Harmony had done splendid. Perhaps it was because both of them were mutant?
Just thinking about Harmony, made his heart hurt. His brows furrowed as his head hung low. "Lemme know when to take Ollie." He told them. He looked over at the boy, who was oddly quiet.
"How're you holdin' up, lad?"
He forced a smile to Oliver. "Mommy's not feeling too hot right now. Sissy's being a pain for the moment." He said softly. "You keeping that bear safe?" He asked, with a smile. Had to keep things kind of normal for Oliver's sake at least.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 2:44:17 GMT -5
Not that she needed permission, but it certainly drove her over the line. Her stomach happily obliged to Dean's order, and in the process hiked up her temperature and the spikes along the grid of the paper coming out of the machine. The room all but spun. She stared, face drenched and eyes crazed, into nothing.
"Make it stop," she breathed, body unmoving as she endured the pain. Without warning, even to herself, she shrieked, eyes clenching shut, teeth bared, trying to withstand whatever her body was doing.
Oliver jumped, clinging to Daddy, though he seemed preoccupied with holding Mommy's hand. He started to cry, not liking the energy of this room, or seeing Mommy like that. Why was she screaming? What was going on?
"Dean, get him out of here; get him out of here!" she yelled amid the pain, her words only followed by another low groan.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 2:52:33 GMT -5
Oliver was crying then and Cian couldn't really blame him. "It'll be all right, Ollie. I promise; it'll be okay." He put a hand to the little boy's head and shot Dean a pleading look. Emma mirrored his thought --only much, much louder-- screaming for Dean to get him out of the room.
Feeling her body seize up, Cian moved to hold her more substantially. His arm slipped behind her back and she ducked a little closer. "All right, Emma. Okay. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere; I promise, love. I'm gonna stay right here with y', all right?" He swallowed thickly and glanced to the door as a few nurses rushed in, bustling around his wife and the machines.
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 14:20:58 GMT -5
"Make it stop,"
"Wish I could." He said softly, hand to her back. The next thing he knew, she was screaming out in pain. Which, needless to say, scared him half to death. Nurses started running in and to her side, pushing him back.
"Dean, get him out of here; get him out of here!"
He rushed to Cian, grabbing Oliver in his arms quickly and ran out to the waiting room. He stood there a minute, his eyes to the clock. What is going on? He felt his heart racing as he held Oliver close. "It's okay Ollie.." He said softly, brushing the boy's hair tenderly. "Everything's okay."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 19:19:57 GMT -5
Emma went limp in his arms, breathing hard, just resting against him, hoping it would go away soon. For once, she was immune to Oliver's cries, barely able to hear them, anyway, and she dug her fingers into Cian's shirt, closing her eyes, begging her body to stop. Tears pouring down her face, she let go of her husband, shaking fingers unable to keep a strong hold. She could only nod to his affirmations.
Whimpering, Oliver clung to Daddy as Dean tried to wrench him away from him. "No!" he screamed, fighting him, throwing his arms around. "No, no, no! Wann' stay wiff Mommy an' Daddy! Put. Me. DOWN!"
He let out one last defiant scream when the door was shut, flopping back onto Dean's chest, exhausted from his protest. Chest rising and falling heavily, he put his arms around his uncle's neck, holding on for dear life.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 20:37:44 GMT -5
Cian pressed a hand to the side of her cheek, bringing her face to his chest. He stroked her heated flesh gently, hoping to soothe her in some way. But Oliver crying was wearing on him. He hated upseting his son. But Oliver didn't need to be in there with everything going on, everything that was going to happen. "Sorry, Ollie," he muttered to himself.
"All right, Emma. Okay." He didn't know how to help her. He could move objects with his mind but he couldn't move her pain. Christ... He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. He just hoped it was over soon...
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 21:33:30 GMT -5
Dean wrapped his arms around Oliver, after having to pry him from Cian, he knew the poor kid was worn out by now. "Shh..." He cooed softly as he rubbed his back gently. "Mommy's fine. She's okay. But you can't be in there right now."
God please... if there is anything good left in this world.. Don't take her from her family.
Tears sprung to his eyes as he walked into the waiting room and took a seat. He rocked softly back and forth, hoping to soothe Oliver some. "It's okay, Ollie.. Shh..."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 19:06:17 GMT -5
--10:10pm-- Color, energy, desire, (more or less function) gone. Now she could see how her vision was bound to come true. Last time she found some odd strength in her to finish this process--this time, she was done scraping the bottom. Everything was lost. There was nothing more to use. She breathed in the strangely alluring scent coming from the breathing mask, eyes closed, hoping to regain some sort of energy. Face slick with sweat, she put a hand over her forehead, sighing. Emma ripped off the mask and vomited seas of ruby into the bed pan. A slow tear rolled down her cheek as she laid back once more, tired of this. It hurt to know there were only minutes left. She wanted to soak up everything of life that she could, but she just...couldn't. There was nothing left in her. Her muscles were too worn to tense. Her eyes drifted up to Cian, a brittle hand reaching for him.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 19:40:55 GMT -5
Christ.
This had been going on for far too long. He brushed back Emma's hair and bit his lower lip, trying to smile for her. "Not much longer, Emma." He ran a gentle thumb over her lips before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "You're doing so good, love."
"One more good push should do it."
Cian nodded to the doctor and turned back to Emma. "Here that, love? Just one more good push. I know you got it in you; come on." He took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He just wanted this to be over. He could appreciate the miracle of life and all that sod once his wife wasn't in so much freaking pain. And once he was holding his baby girl in his arms...
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Post by Dean on Oct 26, 2009 19:56:29 GMT -5
His eyes seemed to watch as the clock ticked the seconds away. Oliver was silent, sitting in his arms still. He wasn't sure if he was asleep, and didn't want to look to find out. How long had he been sitting here? Time seemed to move so slowly...
He let out a soft sigh, followed closely by a stiffed yawn of sorts. His hand rubbed at Oliver's back, almost instinctively. His eyes grew heavy, but he forced himself to stay awake. Please... He pleaded, his eyes closed. Please just let her be okay.
Another nurse flew by him, and he took to his feet, walking to the receptionist's desk. "I want to check up on Emmanuelle Lawrence, but I have her son with me. Do you mind watching him for a moment?" The nurse smiled softly, nodding as she held out her arms.
Dean passed him along, walking down the hall to Emma's room. He looked in through the window, unprepared for the sight that he was about to see...
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 20:04:59 GMT -5
"Doing good"? He must've been watching a different woman go through childbirth. She was not doing well in her mind. There wouldn't be much left... Jesus, she just wanted to make sure her baby girl was okay. Not that she'd be aware, but she would not deal well if she died and took her girl with her. Cian was so excited about being a daddy...
The nurse tentatively replaced the mask over her face and she sighed, closing her eyes and waiting for the screeching of the monitor that came with the strongest contractions yet. She remembered the feeling of Cian's lips against her cheek over and over, remembering his voice... It was so hard to fathom not being able to remember anymore, that all of her memories were a waste.
There was very little time to think about that as the strikes along the monitor spread, and she was fairly certain her stomach was going to implode on itself if this baby didn't get out soon. It was difficult to push. Her body was focused on the pain as she screamed again, eyes clenched shut. "Oh, God--!"
Get her out, get her out! This should be the last push, Cian said. Come on!
She felt her breath shortening as she tried just once more. There was no sense of relief when she saw the nurses smile. She looked up to Cian, trying to smile to him, too, and then to Dean, who she saw in the window.
Then she realized they had their little girl. "Cian, stay with her," she breathed out, ushering with one hand.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 20:17:43 GMT -5
"Cian, stay with her."
Cian beamed, hearing his little girl cry out. Fuckin 'ay. He was a daddy. He bent down and removed her mask, kissing her full on the lips, vomiting be damned. Stroking her cheek a little, he grinned down at her. "I'll be right back, love."
He moved to the end of the bed, watching as a nurse held his daughter, cleaning her off gently with a blanket. The nurse looked up and smiled at him. "Congratulations on your daughter, Mr. Lawrence." He couldn't process words to thank her and just wordlessly took the infant from her. Cradling her carefully in his arms he felt a sigh leave him. "Holy hell." He took careful steps to the head of the bed again.
"Look at her, Emma. She's perfect." Something was wrong. His stomach fell to his feet. "Emma?"
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Post by Dean on Oct 26, 2009 20:53:13 GMT -5
Maybe all hope wasn't lost.
He heard a loud cry from the baby, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he continued to watch. Time stood still as his eyes flicked to Emma.
She wasn't moving.
Willing himself to pull away, he walked down the hall to the janitor's closet and walked in, locking the door from the inside. "I need you..." What was that name again that Bobby had said? Lilian? Lincoln? "Liam." He finished. "I have a deal to make."
Smoke filled the small place as a dark figure emerged. "What's this? A deal?" He knew very well Lilith was the contract keeper. But this meant fun for him, and he wasn't about to turn it away. "What deal have you to make with me, mortal?"
Dean starred at the shadowy figure, his eyes wide. A single tear slid down his cheek. "I'm losing someone I love.. I want her back. I... I'll do anything." The shadow cackled manically. "Anything?" He grinned. "So be it. Your soul for hers." He reached out a hand, fire circulating around it as it touched Dean's chest. "It is done."
And just like that, he was gone. Dean rushed to Emma's door, waiting for a response from Emma.. anything. A smile.. a blink... anything.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 26, 2009 20:59:32 GMT -5
He went to their baby, just as he should. A smile crept over her face, but it was instantly removed by pain. A splurge of electricity shot up her spine and she moaned, turning her head, breathing hard, as if labor wasn't finished. A nurse brushed a hand over her forehead, unable to make anything of it yet.
"Look at her, Emma. She's perfect."
And she was. Emma caught the slightest glimpse of her baby girl, her bright eyes.
I love you.
She wasn't sure what she wanted her last thought to be. She didn't have the strength for any more words. Did she want music? Did she want something powerful; something monumental? Or would it just end in the panic of the moment? That's what she was waiting for. The end. For everything to just stop.
Her heart lipped and she cried out once more, eyes slipping closed.
The low tone sounded of the machine going flatline.
And then everyth
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 27, 2009 12:12:45 GMT -5
[[Verrrrrry nice post, Ri!]]
The machines went into a frenzy. Cian looked up, panicked, and his daughter stirred, giving a little cat's whine of unhappiness. He rocked her absently but looked to his wife. "Emma? Emma, love?" No response. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was sweating. She looked like she was in so much pain... He swallowed harshly and ran a hand over her cheek. "Emma?" His voice cracked, frantic.
The heart-monitor gave an irregular blip and then suddenly the notorious flat-line rang out, echoing in Cian's ears. He was pushed out of the way as doctors and nurses rushed over Emma. He stood on the outskirts, completely at a loss. What had just happened?
Minutes flipped by in agony as he watched the staff work over her. Every so often he would glance down at the little girl in his arms: Marura Erin; he and Emma had decided on the name just the other night. Maura Erin Lawrence, what's happening to Mommy? He was still looking down at his daughter when a gentle hand touched his shoulder. He found a doctor with a sympathetic face on.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. Her body seemed to go into shock after the traumatic pregnancy." Cian blinked. Okay. What? At his blank look, the doctor went on, "Your wife died, Mr. Lawrence. I'm so sorry." The other nurses and doctor filed out of the room quietly. The doctor sent a backward look at them before adding, "Please, take as much time as you'd like."
Cian swallowed thickly. Dead. Emma was...dead? But they had a baby. They had little Maura Erin. And Oliver. The fact that he was a single parent struck Cian like a dead weight. He shuffled closer and looked to his wife, so perfect like a porcelain doll. She was dead? He touched her cheek, still warm from fever. She was dead. He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Maura in his arms.
Emma...
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Post by Dean on Oct 27, 2009 15:11:36 GMT -5
His heart skipped a beat as the monitor fell flap. The all knowing noise rang in his ears as tears sprung to his eyes. Come on Emma... Please... He begged, clenching his eyes shut as a tear trickled down his cheek. It silently fell to the floor below.
He suddenly felt like he wasn't alone.
A eerie growl came from behind him. Dean froze, his heart working double time as fear crept up into his heart. Slowly, he turned. Right before him was a rather large completely black dog with red eyes. His breath caught as it bared it's teeth at him, letting off a loud bark that echoed through the halls. "You.. Y-y-you.. pr-promised.." He managed to get out as the dog raised it's hackles.
Hellhound. The name rang through his thoughts as it jumped at him suddenly. Time moved slowly as he opened the door to Emma's room and slipped it, closing it quickly as he continued to stare at it from inside the room.
It took all he had to hold the door shut as the dog bombarded it several times. Suddenly, Dean went flying backwards, sliding against the floor as his head collided with the backwall. He quickly moved to pushing him as far back against the wall as humanly possible as the hellhound entered the room...
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