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Chapter 1
Pilot
Screams resonated off the walls of the small room. Pain was so brutally evident in the cry that an infant could acknowledge it and feel sympathy for the poor soul. A group of nurses and a doctor surrounded a once sterile bed now dampened by a women experiencing the most excruciating pain she has ever felt. A second scream ripped from her throat as another wave of pain jolted from her core.
She was giving birth.
A woman giving birth is usually accompanied by the husband for moral support, but he couldn't quite make it. He died from cancer just a month before. He tried to make it and lived to at least see his daughter's newborn face, but it wasn't meant to be. Instead the women's father was the one holding her hand as its grip tightened to where he could swear all circulation to his hand was cut off. The forty-five year old man was sweating as much as his daughter was. She was only twenty years old; he wasn't expecting to be a Grandfather so soon.
"AAAAhhhh!" Her grip tightened causing veins to bulge from the pale white skin of her hand. She was feeling a lot more pain than she would've if she had been given an epidural, but because her baby's health dropped dangerously low when she hit seven months, doctors were afraid that the sensitivity of the it's health might take a turn for the worst in reaction to the injection.
The woman was feeling every skin stretching inch, every blood curdling second of the last hour.
"She's crowning!" a nurse notified "Push, Ms. Higurashi!" she groaned in reply
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?" the nurse flinched and went back to helping the doctor. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhhh!"
Suddenly the room shook with the sound of a heart beat causing medical equipment to tremble and clang against each other; the staff stumbled a little. They stopped and listened except for Ms. Higurashi who was engrossed in too much pain. She screamed again as another tremor resulting heartbeat shook the room. The nurse beside her jumped as a clammy hand grasped her forearm. Looking to its owner, she met the pleading look of dark brown eyes boarded by long wet eyelashes as tears streamed down Ms. Higurashi's now ghostly white skin. Pieces of her hair stuck to her forehead as sweat seeped from her pores and dripped down the side of her face to mix with her tears. The monitors began to run wild with a symphony of beeps, alarms, and the flashing of fast, uneven heart rates. The nurse realized what was happening and reacted.
"Attend to the patient!" the doctor snapped out of it and began giving orders.
The possible Grandfather stood frozen in place. Thoughts along the lines of 'What's happening?' and 'What should I do?' swam around in his head. But the most painful thought of all was:
Would he too not be able to see his granddaughter and if he did, would he lose his one and only daughter in the process?
The room has since calmed down. Ms. Higurashi was stabilized and her baby was delivered safely to the relief of the new grandfather. After disposing of the placenta and congratulating the new mother, the doctor left to get cleaned up and write his report. He had no explanation for the heartbeat so he decided to leave that part out, risking his job by doing so. Three nurses still worked around the room. One was attending to Ms. Higurashi, wiping the sweat off her face, providing her with water for water loss, and now giving her pain medication to ease her discomfort. The nurse wished they could've given her the medication beforehand, hoping somehow to forget the heartbreaking face the women in front of her wore just an hour and a half ago. As if noticing her unease, Ms. Higurashi smiled weakly at the young nurse as if thanking her. She felt like crying as she smile back and continued to help the women.
The second nurse was talking to the grandfather, filling out the form which will be used for the birth certificate. She would ask, he would answer, she would scribble it down, before repeating the process.
The third had returned, smiling at a pink bundle in her arms. Ms. Higurashi's eyes brightened in response; holding her arms out, she waited anxiously as the nurse made her way over to the bed. She carefully placed the bundle in the new mother's arms before smiling in congratulations and leaving the room quietly.
The round light peach colored face adorned a small button nose that scrunched and unscrunched as the beautiful, tiny being wriggled in the pink blanket. Black smooth locks of hair stuck out from the blanket, lightly framing her round face, but stopping a few centimeters short of her squinted eyes where you could make out light blue eyes. She was perfect and Ms. Higurashi couldn't believe her eyes. Tears began to stream down her face again, but even though she was overjoyed by sight of her first child, a tiny part of her was crestfallen, for the color of her daughter's eyes were not her own. She hoped that her husband was with them, somehow, watching over his family.
The second nurse finally reached the last question on the form.
"Ms. Higurashi."
"Hmm?" she answered, but never took her eyes off her child's face.
"What will be her name?"
Ms. Higurashi was silent as she continued to twirl a black lock on the tip of her index finger. "Her name will be..."
"Kagome."
Well I hoped you guys liked it. I apologize for the descriptive birth scene to those who are sensitive to those kinds of things. I'll try to update once every other week, so look forward to them! :3
