p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="1b4bb52c1a2aabc24beb5211c4f780f4" span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"Sophie POV/span/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ad09c795f2c94d7e6e8dcd42f495622a"I was washing dishes in the kitchen when a bad throb hit me. I was like a pinch and a pulse of pain, all rolled into one. I flinched and dropped the plate I was holding. It crashed to the floor an shattered into pieces. Keefe came running "Sophie! Are you OK? What happened?!" I nodded, trying not to show any signs of pain. "The dishes are span style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration: underline;"VERY/span slippery." I grunt, attempting to bend down and grab it. Keefe sighs, and cleans up the pieces using telekinesis. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="168e5667d5c9089b481f81aa12e79d23"I sleep for a while, but am jolted awake by a pain in my abdomen. They are getting worse. This one is so bad that it brings tears to my eyes. Maybe it is time to head to Elwin's... /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="871825d74e41665196a044e9756f199e"I drag myself out of bed, but am knocked off balance by another wave of pain. This one leaves me considerably weaker than I was before. I try and get myself to the door, but end up grabbing the bedframe to steady myself as the pain keeps coming. When I finally reach the door, I am hit by a pain that is so inexplicably horrible that I scream. I try and get out of the doorway, but collapse on the floor. I scream again as my stomach sears with pain. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a9b139189432612422c58cee56593118"Keefe comes running, and finds me on the floor "Sophie!" he cries, kneeling next to me. I look at him and start to cry "I-It hurts Keefe! It hurts so bad! It started yesterday, but-but I didn't want to tell you and now it's really b-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I let out another scream as the pain grows increasingly worse. Keefe looks around before snatching his Imparter. He grips my hand "We need to get you to Elwin. Now." /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="58864ac317d8792061937d65e62c88d0"Keefe calls Edaline first, who will come to pick us up. Then he calls Elwin, then he starts to prep for us to leave. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="7facf2839a35dcc92e2f7dcef6417a8b"Suddenly, Edaline bursts through the front door and runs to me. She looks at Keefe "There's a carriage outside waiting." she says quietly, before kneeling next to me. She grabs my hand "Sophie. I am going to need your help with this. If you want the pain to stop, then you'll come with me, and you'll walk. OK?" I grunt and nod, for that's as much as I can manage at the moment./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="13ea74d7b07e97a6a3d7b0b9301b81b0"When we finally get into the carriage, the pain wave are worse and more frequent, and Edaline is trying to help calm me down./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="17b12770bb4c9f73409bd66f5b1dd999"Nothing works. When we get to Elwin's, he is waiting for us outside with a gurney. He loads me up and whisks me inside. I barely notice all of this though, for the pain is blinding. My last thought before I stop thinking straight is em style="box-sizing: border-box;"I hope that my baby's OK.../em/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="0903d0cf12a971edb2e870af78b78737"I was at 38 weeks when the pain started. At first it was just some slight aches, then some bigger throbs. I tried to ignore them, and succeeded the first day, but I hardly got any sleep that night. The second day was when they really started to get bad./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ad09c795f2c94d7e6e8dcd42f495622a"I was washing dishes in the kitchen when a bad throb hit me. I was like a pinch and a pulse of pain, all rolled into one. I flinched and dropped the plate I was holding. It crashed to the floor an shattered into pieces. Keefe came running "Sophie! Are you OK? What happened?!" I nodded, trying not to show any signs of pain. "The dishes are span style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration: underline;"VERY/span slippery." I grunt, attempting to bend down and grab it. Keefe sighs, and cleans up the pieces using telekinesis. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="335ea633ff7670d6784940863252eda4"He pats me on the back and steps in front of me "How about span style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration: underline;"I/span do the dishes for a while?" he asks, slightly teasing. I nod "Please do!" Keefe chuckles and turns to the dishes as I walk out of the room. em style="box-sizing: border-box;"Maybe I just need to lay down. Yeah. That's it. I'll get some rest! /em I think to myself as I climb into bed./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="168e5667d5c9089b481f81aa12e79d23"I sleep for a while, but am jolted awake by a pain in my abdomen. They are getting worse. This one is so bad that it brings tears to my eyes. Maybe it is time to head to Elwin's... /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="871825d74e41665196a044e9756f199e"I drag myself out of bed, but am knocked off balance by another wave of pain. This one leaves me considerably weaker than I was before. I try and get myself to the door, but end up grabbing the bedframe to steady myself as the pain keeps coming. When I finally reach the door, I am hit by a pain that is so inexplicably horrible that I scream. I try and get out of the doorway, but collapse on the floor. I scream again as my stomach sears with pain. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a9b139189432612422c58cee56593118"Keefe comes running, and finds me on the floor "Sophie!" he cries, kneeling next to me. I look at him and start to cry "I-It hurts Keefe! It hurts so bad! It started yesterday, but-but I didn't want to tell you and now it's really b-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I let out another scream as the pain grows increasingly worse. Keefe looks around before snatching his Imparter. He grips my hand "We need to get you to Elwin. Now." /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="58864ac317d8792061937d65e62c88d0"Keefe calls Edaline first, who will come to pick us up. Then he calls Elwin, then he starts to prep for us to leave. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="7facf2839a35dcc92e2f7dcef6417a8b"Suddenly, Edaline bursts through the front door and runs to me. She looks at Keefe "There's a carriage outside waiting." she says quietly, before kneeling next to me. She grabs my hand "Sophie. I am going to need your help with this. If you want the pain to stop, then you'll come with me, and you'll walk. OK?" I grunt and nod, for that's as much as I can manage at the moment./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="13ea74d7b07e97a6a3d7b0b9301b81b0"When we finally get into the carriage, the pain wave are worse and more frequent, and Edaline is trying to help calm me down./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="17b12770bb4c9f73409bd66f5b1dd999"Nothing works. When we get to Elwin's, he is waiting for us outside with a gurney. He loads me up and whisks me inside. I barely notice all of this though, for the pain is blinding. My last thought before I stop thinking straight is em style="box-sizing: border-box;"I hope that my baby's OK.../em/p
