Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
9.3
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"Arrgh!"
"It's okay Abby," encouraged Connor. "Just breathe."
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her hands in his. Looking up into the rear view mirror, he saw his sister's eyes looking back worriedly at him. "Hurry Beth… and keep your eyes on the road."
The contraction eased. In the back seat of the tiny car, Abby relaxed against Connor's body. She moved her hands to hold his, interlacing her fingers between his fingers. Abby was panting, still rapidly inhaling and exhaling shallow breaths of air.
"We need to get the seat belt on you love," said Connor.
"No," she hissed at him. "We need to get to the hospital!"
"Yeah," Connor agreed while pulling the strap across her huge abdomen, clicking the buckle in place. "Beth's gonna get us there." He added in a soothing tone.
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Another contraction started and Abby was grasping his hands, digging her fingernails into his skin.
"Arrgh!"
"Owww!"
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The contraction eased, Abby was panting again.
"This is your fault!" she said angrily.
"What?" asked Connor "No Abby, the traffic couldn't possibly be my fault. Abby that's crazy."
Her body tensed as another contraction began.
"Arrgh!"
"Owww!"
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Beth pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital finally. A gurney was brought and Abby was wheeled inside, Connor anxiously trailing along beside her.
Bright lights, stirrups, sheets smelling faintly of antiseptic, and push! Push! PUSH!
"Wah!"
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