MI Birth
It was a pain like nothing she'd ever known. Not surgery, nor being shot, nor even the sensation of having ones body shattered into a million tiny, crystalline pieces compared to what she was enduring that very moment. Every muscle in her body hurt as if being carefully peeled apart by a razor sharp knife, flayed from bone and skin. Even her eyeballs hurt as she laid back, body bowing and arching as she fought to do what was being asked of her.
Yet it was nearly impossible. She couldn't focus, couldn't not hold her breath. She'd be damned if she admitted it but it was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life and Emma had the sinking sensation she was failing.
"Almost there.' His voice was low, worn and tired. It matched the look in his eyes as Sawyer rested his brow against the side of her head. "Come on, Kitten. Hang in there."
Emma shuddered, another wave of pain washing over her, dragging her down until she was positive she would never make it. Staring at him, she leaned into him with a sigh. "Bite me."
"That's my girl. You're almost there. Just a bit more…"
Emma didn't hear her, focusing on the pain and her desperate need to finish this before she gave up, proved there was one thing that the White Queen couldn't do. The pressure was unbearable, pain so great she wasn't sure she couldn't actually feel her limbs. She couldn't feel anything but the pain and Sawyer's breath hot against her cheek.
"James, I…" And then the pressure broke, something shifting and she cried out as another voice joined her own. "Oh god, I…"
"You did it,' he whispered, voice in awe and shock. "You did it."
"What… what…"
His lips caressed her cheek, staying close to his tears. "It's a…"
Emma bolted straight upright in bed. Her skin gleamed even in the darkness, wet and slick with sweat. Even her hair was matted to her head, the intensity of the dream coming through to reality in the way her chest hurt, her legs aching, even the hot breath on her skin as Sawyer shifted, curling in closer to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Go back to sleep,' he murmured, not quite awake herself.
Yet she couldn't. She couldn't stop feeling an ache in the small of her back, the way her body had twisted in agony over bringing a new life into the world. Laying there in the dark, Emma tried hard to find sleep but it wasn't coming. All that coming back to her time and again was that she hadn't found out what the baby had been… and trying not to wonder which James would want.
Yet it was nearly impossible. She couldn't focus, couldn't not hold her breath. She'd be damned if she admitted it but it was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life and Emma had the sinking sensation she was failing.
"Almost there.' His voice was low, worn and tired. It matched the look in his eyes as Sawyer rested his brow against the side of her head. "Come on, Kitten. Hang in there."
Emma shuddered, another wave of pain washing over her, dragging her down until she was positive she would never make it. Staring at him, she leaned into him with a sigh. "Bite me."
"That's my girl. You're almost there. Just a bit more…"
Emma didn't hear her, focusing on the pain and her desperate need to finish this before she gave up, proved there was one thing that the White Queen couldn't do. The pressure was unbearable, pain so great she wasn't sure she couldn't actually feel her limbs. She couldn't feel anything but the pain and Sawyer's breath hot against her cheek.
"James, I…" And then the pressure broke, something shifting and she cried out as another voice joined her own. "Oh god, I…"
"You did it,' he whispered, voice in awe and shock. "You did it."
"What… what…"
His lips caressed her cheek, staying close to his tears. "It's a…"
Emma bolted straight upright in bed. Her skin gleamed even in the darkness, wet and slick with sweat. Even her hair was matted to her head, the intensity of the dream coming through to reality in the way her chest hurt, her legs aching, even the hot breath on her skin as Sawyer shifted, curling in closer to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Go back to sleep,' he murmured, not quite awake herself.
Yet she couldn't. She couldn't stop feeling an ache in the small of her back, the way her body had twisted in agony over bringing a new life into the world. Laying there in the dark, Emma tried hard to find sleep but it wasn't coming. All that coming back to her time and again was that she hadn't found out what the baby had been… and trying not to wonder which James would want.