"When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me"
It's different this time, Adalind muses as she's being
wheeled down a spotless hallway toward the delivery room. She's no longer in the middle of the wilderness wondering who and what was coming, but instead an actual medical team was asking her questions and prepping her as she tried not to cry out in pain as another contraction happened. She wants to yell at them to hurry up, but she can't seem to get a full sentence out before the next contraction hits. One word. One name. She yells to whoever has ears
"NICK!"
The windows don't shatter this time, but it has the same desired effect. Bud is shouting frantically from behind her that he's calling Nick and not to worry... but given the events of the past 24 hours, he sounds a little lack luster in his attempt to reassure her. She doesn't blame him. Her mind hasn't fully wrapped around everything fully and the timing couldn't be more worse. It's chaos in the life of the Grimm right now and if course that's the moment labor decided to kick into gear. This is his child, 'their child' she thinks, and wants to sob about how absurd that sounds.
Adalind thinks of Kelly and her last birth experience , and it takes all of her power not to weep as the next wave of pain cascades through her body. Kelly, who for all sakes and purposes had been raising Diana, was dead. Diana was missing once more, and this baby Grimm was putting up a fight already.
This was not her plan. None of this was supposed to happen. Everything just got so disastrously mucked up along the way. Lives lost, lives ruined and powers suppressed once more, the tears released as she screwed her eyes closed in pain. The monitor was beeping loudly and doctors were setting up equipment and conversing with one another in rapid tones.
She hadn't seen Bud since the hallway and she was getting anxious. Something felt wrong, and her body was contorted in reaction to the pressure of the baby bearing down. But she couldn't get out of that position and she couldn't breath properly. The nurse was trying to get her to relax saying that the baby's heartbeat, as well as her own were both dangerously high and she needed to calm down or risk serious complications.
This only made Adalind freak out more and her eyes began darting around the room as her breathing quickened. She was alone and afraid in a room full of unknowns, she'd been so alone for a while now.
She screamed out in pain as a particularly horrendous contraction rolled in. She heard a commotion and a blur if red, and just like that Nick was there. She had never been so happy to see the Grimm in the entirety of knowing him.
She was shaking and sweating and he looked like he'd been on an all night rampage, but in that moment she wouldn't have cared if he was covered in slime. He was there, holding her hand like it was something natural, and she wasn't alone.
"Adalind, Breath."
So she did.