Heavy panting echoed off the walls, as I clenched my hands in pain. This couldn't be happening. Not here, not now. I bit down on my lip, as a scream threatened to come loose as my stomach clenched tightly. Remembering why I was here I looked towards the only window in this whole bunker, the one on the latch, and watched as the yellow acidic fog loomed over head.
The metallic smell of blood was heavy in the air as I sat amongst a sea of blankets, naked from the waist down. I can't do this. It's too much. A lone tear fell down my cheek, settling upon my lips. This one was soon followed by many more, with time my mouth was tainted with the taste of salty tears.
I looked toward the white loveseat parallel to me and pushed as the next contraction hit. Don't ever listen to anyone if they say that labour is beautiful because it's not, they are obviously not accounting for the boundless amounts of tears, blood and horrendous amount of pain.
I kept pushing every time a contraction hit and with time I felt myself stretch as the head attempted to break through. I knew enough about the basic to know that I was soon going to be a mother. That I, Clarke Griffin, the only healer of the 100, was going to be delivering a baby, my own child.
A scream tore through me as I pushed as hard as I could. Sitting back I felt a sea of relief wash over me as a young, healthy, wailing baby slid into my hands where they were positioned at my body's entrance... I suppose it's more like an exit now.
Whilst I watched my child sleep beside me I couldn't help but smile.
I did it.