This one is a BrxGt pairing and it's pretty sad. Enjoy the shot... or try to... I'm trying to find another funny one, don't worry.
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a coocoo bird...
The door to the quaint, cozy abode swung open, and a blue haired woman of average height and a full, voluptuous build was guided into the front hall by a tall, lean but muscled man with spiky black hair and brown eyes. The woman leaned heavily on him, looking down at her feet with haunted blue eyes, swollen and bloodshot from a recent bout of tears.
"Come on," Goten whispered, his own eyes were bloodshot, "lets get you in the bed. You need your rest so you can heal." His wife ignored him and staggered away from him, headed up the stairs on her own. It was easy to see that, whatever had happened to her, she was still in pain from it but was refusing to let it show.
"Bra," the Son started after her, "B-chan, you're still hurting, you need to lie down-"
"No," she shook her head vehemently as she reached the top of the staircase, "there's something I need to do first." The bluenette then limped down the hall to a room with a white door, patterned with purple, silver, and lavender decals of flowers and filigree. A small purple plaque with the name 'Ayame' scrawled on it in graceful cursive lettering was nailed to the door.
The moment Bra grasped the knob, her chest heaved and she choked on a garbled sob before pushing the door open. The smell of fresh, new clothing, a hint of dried paint, and a baby lotion-scented plug-in assaulted her nose as she stepped onto the deep violet carpet and entered the small room. A white crib with lavender and white dressings and blankets was set up under the bay window and, alongside it, a matching changing table was settled with a few freshly washed onesies folded up on it.
The aggrieved young woman grabbed one of the onesies, a white, extremely soft one, and unfolded it. Three stick figures, a mother, father, and baby, were embroidered on the front and, underneath, the words 'I am loved' were printed in curly lettering. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she hugged the little piece of clothing to herself as the nightmare that had spanned the past four days washed through her mind anew...
"Goten!" a heavily pregnant Bra screamed, struggling to get out of the bed, "Goten, please!" She whimpered in pain and hugged her stomach as, from beneath her, a crimson stain began to spread over the sheets, "Oh, kami... Goten!" She felt his ki spike from where he'd been outside, sparring with her older brother and, in a matter of a second, he was there, standing over her.
"Bra," the Son gasped, leaning over her, "what is it?"
"The baby," she sobbed, "something's wrong with Ayame!" She gave a sharp cry of pain, "I'm bleeding, Goten, I'm bleeding." Goten had already spotted the stain and immediately scooped her up in his arms as his brother in-law and best friend entered the room, "what's wrong?"
"Something's wrong with the baby," Goten responded sharply, "I'm taking her to the hospital, you can call everyone else and get them to head up there, but I'm going now." In his arms, Bra whimpered and buried her face in his neck, "Goten, I'm scared."
"I know, I know," the Son nodded to his brother in-law and, in a flash, was outside and flying at breakneck speed, the pained noises emitting from his wife, as well as the warm wetness of blood soaking into his gi, urging him to fly faster, "hang in there, B-chan."
*at the hospital*
By the time they'd reached the hospital, Goten's stress levels were all but skyrocketing and Bra was in a hellish amount of pain as, on top of the bleeding and initial pain, she'd begun to have contractions. The young woman bawled into her husband's neck as he entered the waiting room and headed straight to the desk. Other people in the room gawked at the blood all over his front, but he only had eyes for the receptionist desk.
The nurse took one look at the woman, noting her hair color, and jumped up out of her seat to get a wheel chair, "Hold on, Mrs. Son," she turned to another nurse behind the desk, "get an obstetrician and a room for Mrs. Son!"
"Sir, can you tell me what happened?" the woman, who's nametag declared her name was Calla, asked as Goten settled his distraught wife in the chair. Another nurse came to wheel Bra down to the suite that had been hastily prepared for her, much to her horror. She grasped Goten's hand, "don't leave me... please..."
"I'll be right there, B-chan," Goten soothed her quickly, "let me answer a few questions, okay?"
"Goten..." She tensed as a contraction came through, and the nurse took that time to wheel her into the examination area. Her husband turned to the nurse, "I was outside sparring with her brother while she was napping and then I heard her screaming for me. When I got to her, the bed sheets were soaked with blood and she was in a lot of pain... I don't know what's wrong with her-"
"Calm down, sir," Calla whispered, "we'll get on top of that in a moment, just focus on giving me the information I need to help figure out what's wrong with her? Was she in an intense amount of pain when you got to her side?"
"Yes, she was screaming and holding onto her stomach... Kami, there was so much blood... the baby, what about the-"
"Mr. Son." The nurse's voice was sharp, "focus. Has she complained of any abnormal pains before this happened?"
"I can't remember right now," Goten responded dimly, "I can't think about that right now, and I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Calla grasped his arm, "come with me, I'll take you to your wife."
*a while later*
When they reached the hallway Bra's room was on, her screams could be heard loud and clear. A nurse peeked out of her room and yelled, "she's delivering the baby!" Goten left Calla's side and hurried down the hall to the room, desperate to be at his wife's side.
Bra was writhing and screaming hoarsely on the bed, face flushed an intense shade of red and nails digging so deeply into her palms that moderate streams of blood were dribbling onto the bed. Both of her scleras were flooded with blood from burst blood vessels, and blood soaked the sheets below her waist. A doctor was settled between her legs, urging her to push...
"Bra..." Goten entered the nursery, watching as his wife crumbled apart at the seams. Bra held onto the tiny onesie and sobbed silently, unable to form any intelligible words. Her husband crossed the room and gathered her in his arms as her knees gave. The bluenette slumped against him, weeping into his chest.
"The baby isn't breathing!"
Kami, her heart felt as though it were being torn in half in the slowest, most torturous way possible. The little white onesie fell from her hands, and she clung to Goten desperately as she was carried from the nursery. She wanted to stay there but, at the same time, it was just too painful... She felt so empty inside, hollow and void of life, which was so foreign to her considering that, a few days ago, she'd been full of life. Glowing with the light of a new little life... a new little life that had been snuffed out before it could truly live.
"Not breathing...?" Bra asked weakly, lolling against her pillows, "what do you mean?" She was so drained and weak from blood loss, she was having trouble grasping what the doctors and nurses were saying. Goten, however, understood perfectly and rose from his spot next to his wife.
"What's wrong with our daughter?"
"Mr. Son, please," Calla waved her hands in a calming manner, "we need you to stay out of the way so we can help her." Behind her, a small, disturbingly blue body was laid out on a small table, and hands were massaging the tiny, fragile chest, trying to coax her into breathing. One of the nurses heads popped up, and she yelled out three words that sent a frigid chill through the Son's heart.
"There's no pulse!"
Bra jerked away from Goten and fell to the carpeted floor of the hall way in their home, sobbing bitterly and hugging herself so tightly, her husband was worried she'd bruise herself. From her lips spilled the name of the precious angel they'd only known from the outside of Bra's belly.
"Ayame... my Ayame..." She clawed at the fabric covering her lower abdomen desperately, and Goten knelt down beside her and grabbed her wrists before she could draw blood, "Bra, please..."
"Goten, I need her," the bluenette whimpered, "Kami, I need her... Why couldn't we keep her?" The question, asked in a meek, childlike, wounded tone, made Goten's already broken heart break even further.
"... She's gone... Time of death..."
Calla backed away from the bed and left the ER, knowing all too well that she'd have to break this horrible news to the frantic parents residing in a recovery room on the L and D wing. She turned back just in time to see a small white sheet being laid over the tiny body that hadn't ever lived. She noted, with a sad smile, that the little one looked just like her mother, save for the wavy black locks on her head.
Bra plopped lifelessly onto the bed and curled into the fetal position clenching her eyes tightly shut to close out the hurtful world around her. She longed to just fall into a deep, dreamless sleep and never wake up... never wake up to the hell her life had become. She wanted to drift in the darkness and never resurface... Kami, why did she feel so empty? She felt as if all the life that had been within her had been scooped out and put out like an errant flame...
She curled in further on herself and bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing anymore than she already had. She didn't want to cry anymore, she didn't want to wonder why things were the way that they were, she didn't want to hurt anymore... she wanted to be nothing, numb, unaffected by this nigh unbearable loss... how was she even still breathing... the pain should've killed her by now... Why couldn't she be numb?
"I am so sorry," Calla dropped her gaze to the floor, "you'll never know how sorry we are for your loss..." a few tears dribbled, unnoticed, off of the tip of her nose to plummet noiselessly to the floor. At the continued silence from both parents, the woman hurriedly wiped her face and left the room, not wanting to intrude further on their grief.
Goten was extremely silent. Inside, a part of him roared in unbearable anguish, but nothing showed outwardly. His face was a blank slate. Beside him, in the bed, Bra's blue eyes were wide, and her fingers were clenching parts of the bedclothes tightly. Her wide-eyed gaze seemed empty, as if she were staring at something that wasn't there.
A beat of silence... another... and then...
"A-Ayame's... she's g-gone?"
No one answered.
Goten had never felt so lost in his life. Everything in this house had a hellish way of reminding him of his deceased firstborn, and he just wanted to destroy it all, piece by piece, bit by bit, until there was nothing left to remind him of what he'd lost... of what he'd never had the chance to know... He wanted to rage, to scream, to curse the heavens for bestowing this cruelty on him and his wife... He wanted to cry, he wanted to sob, he wanted to go away from all the pain, confusion, and anguish and never come back.
Half of his heart had died with baby Ayame, and he wasn't sure that he'd ever recover from it...
If that coocoo bird won't sing
Daddy's going to buy you a diamond ring...
I'm not old enough to have a good understanding of what it might be like to lose your firstborn child in this manner, but I imagine that, obviously, it wouldn't be pretty. I don't know what else to say...
~CloudSpires1295~