I'm sorry for anyone who has problems reading this because its not double-spaced. I type everything on my Ipod (thus the many typo's) and I can double-space on it.
Natara lessened her grip on Mal's hand, hoping she wasn't already crushing it. She was in the waiting room, and she had her arm practically knotted around Mal's arm. All the better to never let go of it. She couldn't help the tremors she had from nerves. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be knocked out and unable to wake until someone else let you, and couldn't imagine it to be a pleasant experience. Since it was a planned caesarian section, she would be completely knocked out. At first she wanted to be awake, but the haughty-looking nurse had said 'Why put yourself through that if you don't have to?'. She had marked her down for anastasia without her further opinion. She knew she was shaking, and could feel that her hand was sweating a ridiculous amount. She was very grateful that Mal didn't wrestle his hand away to wipe it off, because she just might lose it if she didn't have anything to hold onto. She gave an involuntary shutter of fright, and Mal squeezed her hand a little. It was nice to know she wasn't completely cutting off his circulation. "Natara Fallon?" said a higher voice, calling her.
Natara gave a quick glance to Mal, who looked ready to drag her out of the waiting room if necessary. She got up though, and her hand was so numb from holding his hand so tightly she hadn't realized she was still holding on. He seemed to think this was on purpose, and got up with her. He called out to Molly "Stay here, I'll be back". She was glad for his company despite her saying she wanted it, because at this point she thought any form of speech would be impossible. They were taken back to another room, where Natara was given a rather large hospital gown to change into behind a curtain. Afterwards she was told to lay down on a stretcher-type bed, and told the anesthesiologist would be in shortly. "This is it then" she said quietly, once again strangling Mal's hand. He seemed to try and give another reassuring squeeze, but gave a weak one because of how tightly Natara was holding on. Another man came in, not even saying a word to her before grabbing the arm not covered by Mal's. She only felt a prick before something ice cold ran up her arm. She could feel her hand slacking, black creeping in the corners in her eyes. At first she tried to fight the oncoming darkness, but quickly found she no longer cared if it engulfed her or not. She no longer cared about anything, which felt like a burden coming off of her back considering the last few days. Her vision went completely black, and she thought she heard Mal's voice one last time. She wasn't sure if it was real or imaginary, but swore she heard him say "see you later Nat". Then everything slipped away.
