Two months later

"Jim." Jessicas voice trembled and seemed oddly faint. Jim looked up from the large pile of work he had brought home to be able to spend as much time as possible by Jessica's side. Morph circled around her head, chirping anxiously while taking on a slight green colour. "Jim!" She yelled, standing up now. Jim rose to his feet as Jessica clutched her stomach tightly.

"What's the matter? Is it time? What's going on? Speak to me!" A flicker of excitement lit in Jim, although something made him suspicious. Something was wrong, and he felt it.

"Jim, I-" Jessica groaned in pain. Her legs shook and suddenly her knees gave in. She would have sunk to the floor had it not been for Jim's arm quickly wrapping itself around her shoulders and slowly bringing her to the ground with him, placing her in his lap on the floor. She was white as a sheet and appeared very frightened.

"Jessica, what's happening?" He was growing worried. This wasn't what was supposed to happen, was it? Her head dropped onto his shoulder for a second before she yanked it up again with a squeal.

"I-" She stammered, eyes wide in fear, "Someth- wrong Jim. Help me." She was not looking at him but gazed into the ceiling which they had repainted light blue only that summer. Her eyes seemed to have trouble focusing and she breathed in small gasps. "I can't.. Help! It hurts! Make it stop, Jim. Save him!" Her voice grew louder and she rubbed the bottom side of her enormous stomach. "Save my baby..." Jim nearly panicked hearing her call for aid and he grasped for the solar phone in his pocket.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckthisisn'thappening…" He mumbled as he tried his best to dial 199 to the emergency room. "Hang on, baby, I won't let anything happen to you or our child, I pr-"

"This is emergency, how can I help you?" A cool woman's voice interrupted.

"Yeah, hi," Jim tried to breathe, to calm himself all while his fiancée writhed in pain in his lap. "I- We're having a baby!" He stammered, "but something's wrong. She just suddenly collapsed and says something is wrong and she's in a lot of pain what do I do can you send someone ." Jim's voice broke several times when suddenly Jessica's hands, still rubbing her lower stomach, were covered in blood which he soon realized came from underneath her dress, where there most certainly wasn't meant to be blood yet. The woman on the phone kept calm;

"How many minutes have passed since she collapsed?"

"I- I don't know. One, two, five, I don't know. Please send someone over, right now."

"We'll send a team over right away. Meanwhile I'm going to stay with you, is that ok?"

"Yeah, whatever." Jim replied, his stomach sinking in horror as he noticed the increasing amount of blood staining Jessica's yellow dress. "Sweetness can you hear me? They're sending someone. It'll all be over soon, all right?"

"No, no, please help me. I- it's wrong, so wrong." She mumbled, seemingly to herself while tears ran down her cheeks and she writhed slowly back and forth in pain, giving off tiny yelps from time to time.

"You'll be fine, I'll make sure of it. Do you understand?" He stroked her cheek, his eyes filling up with tears but she didn't seem to notice, her gaze fixed to the ceiling. "Why aren't they coming? Now! She needs help!" This he yelled into the phone. The woman replied softly to be patient; that the medics would knock on their door within moments.

Suddenly Jessica looked right at him, whites visible all the way around her pupils. Her hand, stained with her own blood caught his and she held on tightly. "Jim.." She said, a tiny smile on her lips. "Jim I love you. I love you more than anything in the world."

"Oh no." Jim clutched her hand tightly. "Don't you say that. It'll be all right. You'll be all right, and so will our son."

"You don't understand. I-"Her sentence was cut short and ended in a blood-chilling scream of horror and pain. She screamed until she was out of air, upon which she drew a shallow breath and wailed. It was a sound that tore at Jim's very core. he clutched her in his arms, rocking back and forth to try and comfort her but to no use. She wailed louder and louder, tears streaming down her cheeks and into her long, dark hair, bellowing a sound that nearly turned Jim deaf. Then she fell silent. Her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness. The door suddenly opened and there were five medics, quickly pacing to her, pushing Jim away as they examined her and lifted her onto a stretcher. Jim trotted behind as they carried her outside and into their waiting vehicle.

"Unfortunately you cannot come along. We're a full crew and her condition is very delicate."

Jim's mouth fell open. "/Excuse me/? That's rubbish. I need to see her, she needs me. Don't be ridiculous." He tried to push his way in but the men were firm. He yelled; "Let me through! Now!"

"I'm sorry. Go to the hospital and they will guide you right up immediately." By that they turned and left, leaving Jim alone on the porch, his hands soaked in blood and tears still streaming down his face. This was not happening.

"Fucking dickheads!" He spun around, desperate to find the quickest mean of transport. His eyes immediately fell upon something that had been stashed away for years. Only the tip of his solar board stuck out from under the porch but it prodded at his vision as though yearning to be used again. Morph shapeshifted into a tiny replica of the board, encouraging him to take it. Without another word he ran to the porch and took it out. It was quite rusty and covered in dust but it worked, that was the most important thing. He jumped onto it, his feet instinctively finding their right positions on the board. His face was determined as he stamped once on the ignition lever. The solar board huffed. The stamped again. It scuffed, before it suddenly ignited and shot forwards. Jim was caught by surprise but soon regained confidence and crouched down to gain speed. Morph transformed into a wristwatch, tying itself around Jim's wrist and clutching tightly to it.

He was free again. Despite the fact that he was panicking and he wanted nothing else than for this to be over, he could not help but to feel comforted by the rush of air rustling his brown hair and the familiar adrenalin surging through his veins. He sped up even more, hoping for all he was worth that the cops wouldn't pull him over. 'Jessica, you wonderful sweetheart of mine, hold on. I'm coming.'