Accident Marriage - Part 14
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Author's Note: I'm working on four different fics for four different animes at the same time. Well, not right now, but there are four continuing fics going on. So, if there's an anime character that doesn't belong in this fic, tell me. They're not there for a cameo. I've been sort of sick, so bear with me. I'm not dead yet. I would also like to thank Lily for a lovely idea she gave me. Hee. Hee.
Dr. Robert Charles was facing charges for misconduct and unethical behavior unbefitting a doctor in New Saint Hospital. Dr. Paula Wong had brought up charges against him for his behavior. Dr. Wong was good and pissed off at him. Unlike most of the doctors in New Saint, Dr. Wong wasn't afraid of Dr. Charles. There was nothing he could do to her. Her reputation was stellar. He couldn't hurt her if he tried. Dr. Wong rarely paid attention to the rumors in the hospital.
Dr. Charles walked into the room where the ethics committee was. He saw Dr. Wong sitting in one the chairs. There were half a dozen doctors on the ethics committee board. They looked at him sternly. There was an empty chair in front of them behind a table. Robert could have brought in a lawyer with him, but decided not to. He looked at Dr. Wong. She held on expression on her face.
"Dr. Robert Charles, you were summoned here for the charges against you," said one of the doctors on the committee.
"The charges are 12 counts of extortion from six different doctors who are from your department. They will answer for their digressions, but you must answer for yours. There are seven charges of sexual harassment from female employees. But, the most serious charge against you is from Dr. Paula Wong," said the doctor who read off the charges against him. Dr. Wong stood up. She walked to the front of the committee.
"Dr. Charles, broke into my office during after hours. He took out information regarding one of my patients. He violated their privacy. I have evidence on the security cameras. Someone unscrambled them for me," said Dr. Wong with a smile. Angie had Chris and Sid unscramble the camera footage. She played on it on the monitor. The entire committee viewed it, when it was done they turned their attention back to Robert. Robert was expressionless. He didn't have a look of shame or remorse.
"Dr. Charles, do you have anything to say in your defense?" asked the head of the committee. Robert shook his head. It was all over now.
"Very well. You are here by charged for breaking the rules of ethics for this hospital. Not only that, but you broke the rules of the Hippocratic Oath. The oath that we doctors have followed for centuries. On top of that you broke the legal law as well. You will have to answer to the police for breaking into Dr. Wong's office. As for your punishment, we will deliberate it. Thank you for your time, Dr. Wong. You may leave now," said the head of the committee.
Dr. Wong left the room. She didn't even look at Robert. Robert sat in the chair. He could feel everything crumbling around him. He had lost the woman he loved. Robert could see his career slipping away from him. Robert couldn't fight this and the lawsuit with Quatre at the same time. There was nothing left to do, but listen.
The head of the committee cleared his throat, "You are here by stripped of your medical license. You will not be allowed to practice anywhere on Earth or the Colonies. To do so would be legal. You are immediately dismissed from this hospital. The police from the Washington, D.C. police department will be charging you with the crime of breaking and entering," finished the head of the committee.
Robert walked out of the room without a word. He went to his office and packed up his things. Robert went back to his apartment. He made one last phone call to Angie knowing that she wouldn't be at home.
* * *
Angie and Quatre got home after an appointment with Dr. Wong's at Saving Grace. The press was dying down. It was something to be grateful for. Angie was about six months along at this point. Dr. Wong told them about Robert. Quatre decided to push the lawsuit forward against Robert. The oddest thing was that Robert had decided to settle with Quatre's lawyers. Angie checked the answering machine.
"Hello, Angela. This is Robert. Please come to my apartment. I need to see you," pleaded Robert on the videophone. He looked perfectly fine. Angie turned it off, and looked at Quatre.
"What am I going to do?" asked Angie.
"It's up to you. If you're going to see him, then I'm coming with you," said Quatre.
"All right," said Angie. She grabbed the car keys. Quatre looked at her.
"What? Now?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. Now. Let's go," answered Angie who was already in the garage. He followed her there. They drove to Robert's high-rise apartment in Washington D.C. Angie came up to the door pounding on it. There was no answer.
"I don't believe this. The guy asked you to come all the way here, and he's not even here," said Quatre in an annoyed voice. He walked off. Angie was looking at the door. She turned the knob and gasped. Quatre heard her. He stopped and walked back to her. Angie's eyes were wide opened and she was pointing at something.
It was Robert. He was dangling from the living room ceiling fan. The fan wasn't moving. There was an utter silence in the room. Quatre pulled her away from the doorway.
"Don't touch anything. I'll call the police," said Quatre quietly. He shut the door. Angie was rubbing her arms like she was cold. "It's all right. Everything is fine. Wait outside when the police get here." He pulled out his portable videophone and called the police. The police came. They ruled Robert's death as a suicide. There was no note. The police also questioned Quatre and Angie. They were satisfied and took the body away to the coroner's office.
Quatre and Angie left in silence and went home.
* * *
Things slipped back into a normal everyday routine. Quatre went back to work at the Preventers Offices and on L4. Angie was staying at home and following Dr. Wong's orders. The next three months were busy with activity. They went to Lamaze classes and went shopping for more baby things. Actually, it was about two and a half months.
Heero, Sidney, and Alex were over during one of the power storms that had slammed the East coast in years. It was soon labeled a hurricane. Angie didn't mind having all of them over. It was something they could all do together. Alex didn't like the storm at all. He was clinging to his father. Heero was holding him calmly. Angie had been feeling odd sensations all day. She could feel odd tingles from her belly. She didn't think much of it. After all, the baby wasn't due for another two weeks. Boy, was she wrong.
"I'm going to the room," said Angie abruptly. She got up without any help and went to the bedroom. Angie stumbled into the bedroom. She placed her hand on the baby.
"Oh no. These are contractions. I don't think these are false," said Angie out loud. As if to confirm her suspicions, her water broke. She groaned. Quatre opened the door. Angie looked at him with a pained expression on her face.
"You left so suddenly, Angie. I was wondering if there was something wrong with you," said Quatre in a worried tone.
"My water broke," said Angie.
"Oh. That's nice. I'll be right back," said Quatre. Angie thought that was strange. Then she heard a sudden yell: "ANGELA'S WATER BROKE! SHE'S HAVING THE BABY! COME UP HERE SID!"
Angie could hear quick footsteps up the stairs. Sidney and Quatre came into the room. "Where's your black bag?" asked Sidney. Angie pointed to the closet. Sidney went to go and get it.
"I've been having contractions all day. I just didn't realize it. God! I'm a doctor and I didn't realize it!" groaned Angie.
"That's all right. Lay down on the bed. Quatre, where are the clean blankets and towels?" asked Sidney.
"In the hall closet," answered Angie when Quatre didn't give an answer. He was sitting on the bed next to Angie.
"Quatre, go and get some," ordered Sidney as she put on some rubber gloves.
"Don't you dare leave me, Quatre Rabera Winner," warned Angie in a dangerous tone. She grabbed his shirt and hurled him to her. Sidney let out a laugh and ran to the linen closet herself.
"Honey, I can't breath," whispered Quatre.
"I don't care," said Angie back to him. The contractions were getting more painfully. To top things off the storm was getting worse outside. Angie let go of Quatre's shirt. Sidney had to call the hospital and get Dr. Wong on alert.
"Why is he coming now? You aren't due for two more weeks," said Quatre.
"Don't tell me that. Tell that to him," said Angie.
Heero came up with Alex, and Sidney had come back to the room. "What happened?" asked Sidney. She told Heero to call the hospital.
"They can't get through. There's too much going on with the storm. The bridge on the pass over the freeway is blocked. There's no way for them to get here," said Heero calmly. Alex was sucking his thumb. And holding on to his father's neck with another arm.
"Wonderful," commented Angie as she breathed her way through a contraction. Quatre was helping her by coaching her. Sidney checked the dilation.
"Not even four centimeters," reported Sidney. Heero and Alex left at that point.
"YOU'RE KIDDING! IT FEELS LIKE HELL! I WISH I HAD SOME DRUGS!" screamed Angie. She wasn't having a contraction, and Quatre winced at her tone of voice.
"Just keep breathing. It's going to take a while," said Sidney calmly with a smirk on her face.
"All I have to say is you're very lucky it's a boy because you're not touching me again," said Angie to Quatre.
"Um…honey…," said Quatre.
"SHUT UP! I can't stand the sound of your voice right now. Not during a contraction," ordered Angie who was in a contraction. She was really going to be a bitch on this one. Who could blame her? There was no way to get to the hospital. The baby was early.
Quatre decided to say nothing until the contraction what over. Boy, the baby knew how to make an entrance. "You gotta give him that,' thought Quatre.
Sidney was checking her dilation continuously. The labor was taking quite a while. Quatre had to be quiet for most of it. He was worried. Angie was in a lot of pain. Finally, Sidney checked after five hours.
"You're up to ten," confirmed Sidney, "When I give you the signal push on a contraction. The pain you're feeling is suppose to help you."
"Don't tell me that I'm a doctor!" shouted Angie. Sidney didn't take it personally. She was swearing a lot more during her labor with Alex. Heero said afterwards that she was definitely Millardo's sister. There was no DNA test needed for confirm it. Quatre held on to her hand. She was crushing it. He supported her back as she tried to push.
"Stop. Wait a sec," ordered Sidney. She had a worried tone on her voice that Quatre caught.
"What's wrong?" asked Quatre. Sidney checked and looked back at them.
"Well…I have good news and bad news. The good news is that the baby is definitely on his way. The bad news is that he's breeched," reported Sidney.
"What the HELL?!" shouted Angie. She started laughing. At this point, Quatre thought that she lost her mind. "HAHAHAHAHA! Isn't this funny? He's definitely a boy. Only a male would torture the woman like this," laughed Angie.
"Um. Yeah. Well, you have to keep pushing. I'll say one thing. His left foot is right in my view. It's so cute. It's tiny and there's five toes," commented Sidney.
"Wonderful," said Angie in an exhausted and sarcastic voice.
"Come on, you just have to push some more," encouraged Quatre.
"Don't tell me what to do," fired Angie. She was bearing down to push. Sidney was ready with some towels.
"He's feet are out," said Sidney. She didn't like this. Angie was tearing apart. There was too much blood. Sidney tried her best to keep calm. There was no need to panic both of them. Sidney was carefully blotting the blood. She was hoping that the tearing wouldn't continue. 'Dammit! If we had a sonogram machine, then I would have been able to tell if the baby was breeched or not. At this rate, they could both die,' thought Sidney. She was trying her best not to say anything right away.
"Something is wrong. I can feel it, Sidney. Tell me what's wrong," asked Angie in a serious voice.
"The baby's breeched. That's it right?" said Quatre. He knew it had to be something more because of the look on Angie's face. He stepped over to where Sidney was. Sidney tried to stop him, but he lifted the blankets. There was too much blood down there. The baby was moving his feet. "Stop pushing, Angie," said Quatre quietly.
"No. I can't stop. He'll die," said Angie shaking her head. Quatre went pale.
"She's right," said Sidney, "I should have said something sooner."
"You'll bleed to death," said Quatre. He had a frantic tone on his voice.
"I'll be fine," reassured Angie. She attempted to give him a smile, but failed. "Help me."
"Go back with her. I'll catch the baby when he's finally out," reassured Sidney. Sidney pursed her lips together. The baby looked like he would be fine, but she couldn't guarantee that Angie would be fine. Quatre walked back to her. He supported her shoulders. Angie tucked her chin down and pushed on another contraction.
"Good job. He's legs are now out," announced Sidney, "On the next push, I want you to bear down harder." Sidney wiped off some of the excess blood. She tried not to frown.
Angie didn't scream when she was pushing. She was biting her bottom lip. Quatre felt useless. He couldn't help his family that much. He kissed Angie's forehead. "You're doing fine. We'll be fine," Quatre whispered. Angie was breathing deeply. She was feeling so weak. The labor went on for another agonizing hour. Sidney was close to cutting open her, and doing a C-section. But, of course, it was too late for that.
Angie had stopped talking after the first twenty minutes into the hour. Quatre could tell the strain was getting to her. Quatre didn't like this. He was doing his best to keep calm.
"Just one more push. He'll be all out," encouraged Sidney. She was surprised that Angie was holding out for as long as she did. There was more blood loss. The baby was moving his little arms and legs. Sidney made sure that the umbilical cord wasn't wrapped around his neck cutting his oxygen supply.
Angie gave one more breathless push, and there was cry in the air. Quatre looked up from his gaze of Angie to his son. He was crying and throwing his fists into the air. Sidney cut the umbilical cord. "It's all right, honey. Auntie Sidney's got you. He's got quite a pair of lungs," reported Sidney.
"Isn't that great, Angie?" asked Quatre. He was still holding her in his arms. Angie was feeling very faint. Her breathing getting sallow. Her heartbeat was dropping.
"He's beautiful," whispered Angie. She closed her eyes. Her body went limp.
"Angie? Sidney, she's…" gasped Quatre. He looked at Sidney with panicked eyes. Sidney had wrapped the baby in a clean towel. He had stopped crying. He was perfectly fine. Sidney walked over there. She handed the baby to Quatre. She placed her fingers on a pulse point on Angie's body.
"Her pulse is dropping. Heero! Call the hospital!" shouted Sidney, "Angie? Angie?"
Sidney stripped off her rubber gloves and started to do compression on Angie's chest, and started CPR.
Quatre stood behind Sidney. The baby was quietly looking at him. Funny, there was nothing wrong with him.
"Angie…" whispered Quatre. Angela Winner was close to death.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Author's Note: I'm working on four different fics for four different animes at the same time. Well, not right now, but there are four continuing fics going on. So, if there's an anime character that doesn't belong in this fic, tell me. They're not there for a cameo. I've been sort of sick, so bear with me. I'm not dead yet. I would also like to thank Lily for a lovely idea she gave me. Hee. Hee.
Dr. Robert Charles was facing charges for misconduct and unethical behavior unbefitting a doctor in New Saint Hospital. Dr. Paula Wong had brought up charges against him for his behavior. Dr. Wong was good and pissed off at him. Unlike most of the doctors in New Saint, Dr. Wong wasn't afraid of Dr. Charles. There was nothing he could do to her. Her reputation was stellar. He couldn't hurt her if he tried. Dr. Wong rarely paid attention to the rumors in the hospital.
Dr. Charles walked into the room where the ethics committee was. He saw Dr. Wong sitting in one the chairs. There were half a dozen doctors on the ethics committee board. They looked at him sternly. There was an empty chair in front of them behind a table. Robert could have brought in a lawyer with him, but decided not to. He looked at Dr. Wong. She held on expression on her face.
"Dr. Robert Charles, you were summoned here for the charges against you," said one of the doctors on the committee.
"The charges are 12 counts of extortion from six different doctors who are from your department. They will answer for their digressions, but you must answer for yours. There are seven charges of sexual harassment from female employees. But, the most serious charge against you is from Dr. Paula Wong," said the doctor who read off the charges against him. Dr. Wong stood up. She walked to the front of the committee.
"Dr. Charles, broke into my office during after hours. He took out information regarding one of my patients. He violated their privacy. I have evidence on the security cameras. Someone unscrambled them for me," said Dr. Wong with a smile. Angie had Chris and Sid unscramble the camera footage. She played on it on the monitor. The entire committee viewed it, when it was done they turned their attention back to Robert. Robert was expressionless. He didn't have a look of shame or remorse.
"Dr. Charles, do you have anything to say in your defense?" asked the head of the committee. Robert shook his head. It was all over now.
"Very well. You are here by charged for breaking the rules of ethics for this hospital. Not only that, but you broke the rules of the Hippocratic Oath. The oath that we doctors have followed for centuries. On top of that you broke the legal law as well. You will have to answer to the police for breaking into Dr. Wong's office. As for your punishment, we will deliberate it. Thank you for your time, Dr. Wong. You may leave now," said the head of the committee.
Dr. Wong left the room. She didn't even look at Robert. Robert sat in the chair. He could feel everything crumbling around him. He had lost the woman he loved. Robert could see his career slipping away from him. Robert couldn't fight this and the lawsuit with Quatre at the same time. There was nothing left to do, but listen.
The head of the committee cleared his throat, "You are here by stripped of your medical license. You will not be allowed to practice anywhere on Earth or the Colonies. To do so would be legal. You are immediately dismissed from this hospital. The police from the Washington, D.C. police department will be charging you with the crime of breaking and entering," finished the head of the committee.
Robert walked out of the room without a word. He went to his office and packed up his things. Robert went back to his apartment. He made one last phone call to Angie knowing that she wouldn't be at home.
* * *
Angie and Quatre got home after an appointment with Dr. Wong's at Saving Grace. The press was dying down. It was something to be grateful for. Angie was about six months along at this point. Dr. Wong told them about Robert. Quatre decided to push the lawsuit forward against Robert. The oddest thing was that Robert had decided to settle with Quatre's lawyers. Angie checked the answering machine.
"Hello, Angela. This is Robert. Please come to my apartment. I need to see you," pleaded Robert on the videophone. He looked perfectly fine. Angie turned it off, and looked at Quatre.
"What am I going to do?" asked Angie.
"It's up to you. If you're going to see him, then I'm coming with you," said Quatre.
"All right," said Angie. She grabbed the car keys. Quatre looked at her.
"What? Now?" asked Quatre.
"Yes. Now. Let's go," answered Angie who was already in the garage. He followed her there. They drove to Robert's high-rise apartment in Washington D.C. Angie came up to the door pounding on it. There was no answer.
"I don't believe this. The guy asked you to come all the way here, and he's not even here," said Quatre in an annoyed voice. He walked off. Angie was looking at the door. She turned the knob and gasped. Quatre heard her. He stopped and walked back to her. Angie's eyes were wide opened and she was pointing at something.
It was Robert. He was dangling from the living room ceiling fan. The fan wasn't moving. There was an utter silence in the room. Quatre pulled her away from the doorway.
"Don't touch anything. I'll call the police," said Quatre quietly. He shut the door. Angie was rubbing her arms like she was cold. "It's all right. Everything is fine. Wait outside when the police get here." He pulled out his portable videophone and called the police. The police came. They ruled Robert's death as a suicide. There was no note. The police also questioned Quatre and Angie. They were satisfied and took the body away to the coroner's office.
Quatre and Angie left in silence and went home.
* * *
Things slipped back into a normal everyday routine. Quatre went back to work at the Preventers Offices and on L4. Angie was staying at home and following Dr. Wong's orders. The next three months were busy with activity. They went to Lamaze classes and went shopping for more baby things. Actually, it was about two and a half months.
Heero, Sidney, and Alex were over during one of the power storms that had slammed the East coast in years. It was soon labeled a hurricane. Angie didn't mind having all of them over. It was something they could all do together. Alex didn't like the storm at all. He was clinging to his father. Heero was holding him calmly. Angie had been feeling odd sensations all day. She could feel odd tingles from her belly. She didn't think much of it. After all, the baby wasn't due for another two weeks. Boy, was she wrong.
"I'm going to the room," said Angie abruptly. She got up without any help and went to the bedroom. Angie stumbled into the bedroom. She placed her hand on the baby.
"Oh no. These are contractions. I don't think these are false," said Angie out loud. As if to confirm her suspicions, her water broke. She groaned. Quatre opened the door. Angie looked at him with a pained expression on her face.
"You left so suddenly, Angie. I was wondering if there was something wrong with you," said Quatre in a worried tone.
"My water broke," said Angie.
"Oh. That's nice. I'll be right back," said Quatre. Angie thought that was strange. Then she heard a sudden yell: "ANGELA'S WATER BROKE! SHE'S HAVING THE BABY! COME UP HERE SID!"
Angie could hear quick footsteps up the stairs. Sidney and Quatre came into the room. "Where's your black bag?" asked Sidney. Angie pointed to the closet. Sidney went to go and get it.
"I've been having contractions all day. I just didn't realize it. God! I'm a doctor and I didn't realize it!" groaned Angie.
"That's all right. Lay down on the bed. Quatre, where are the clean blankets and towels?" asked Sidney.
"In the hall closet," answered Angie when Quatre didn't give an answer. He was sitting on the bed next to Angie.
"Quatre, go and get some," ordered Sidney as she put on some rubber gloves.
"Don't you dare leave me, Quatre Rabera Winner," warned Angie in a dangerous tone. She grabbed his shirt and hurled him to her. Sidney let out a laugh and ran to the linen closet herself.
"Honey, I can't breath," whispered Quatre.
"I don't care," said Angie back to him. The contractions were getting more painfully. To top things off the storm was getting worse outside. Angie let go of Quatre's shirt. Sidney had to call the hospital and get Dr. Wong on alert.
"Why is he coming now? You aren't due for two more weeks," said Quatre.
"Don't tell me that. Tell that to him," said Angie.
Heero came up with Alex, and Sidney had come back to the room. "What happened?" asked Sidney. She told Heero to call the hospital.
"They can't get through. There's too much going on with the storm. The bridge on the pass over the freeway is blocked. There's no way for them to get here," said Heero calmly. Alex was sucking his thumb. And holding on to his father's neck with another arm.
"Wonderful," commented Angie as she breathed her way through a contraction. Quatre was helping her by coaching her. Sidney checked the dilation.
"Not even four centimeters," reported Sidney. Heero and Alex left at that point.
"YOU'RE KIDDING! IT FEELS LIKE HELL! I WISH I HAD SOME DRUGS!" screamed Angie. She wasn't having a contraction, and Quatre winced at her tone of voice.
"Just keep breathing. It's going to take a while," said Sidney calmly with a smirk on her face.
"All I have to say is you're very lucky it's a boy because you're not touching me again," said Angie to Quatre.
"Um…honey…," said Quatre.
"SHUT UP! I can't stand the sound of your voice right now. Not during a contraction," ordered Angie who was in a contraction. She was really going to be a bitch on this one. Who could blame her? There was no way to get to the hospital. The baby was early.
Quatre decided to say nothing until the contraction what over. Boy, the baby knew how to make an entrance. "You gotta give him that,' thought Quatre.
Sidney was checking her dilation continuously. The labor was taking quite a while. Quatre had to be quiet for most of it. He was worried. Angie was in a lot of pain. Finally, Sidney checked after five hours.
"You're up to ten," confirmed Sidney, "When I give you the signal push on a contraction. The pain you're feeling is suppose to help you."
"Don't tell me that I'm a doctor!" shouted Angie. Sidney didn't take it personally. She was swearing a lot more during her labor with Alex. Heero said afterwards that she was definitely Millardo's sister. There was no DNA test needed for confirm it. Quatre held on to her hand. She was crushing it. He supported her back as she tried to push.
"Stop. Wait a sec," ordered Sidney. She had a worried tone on her voice that Quatre caught.
"What's wrong?" asked Quatre. Sidney checked and looked back at them.
"Well…I have good news and bad news. The good news is that the baby is definitely on his way. The bad news is that he's breeched," reported Sidney.
"What the HELL?!" shouted Angie. She started laughing. At this point, Quatre thought that she lost her mind. "HAHAHAHAHA! Isn't this funny? He's definitely a boy. Only a male would torture the woman like this," laughed Angie.
"Um. Yeah. Well, you have to keep pushing. I'll say one thing. His left foot is right in my view. It's so cute. It's tiny and there's five toes," commented Sidney.
"Wonderful," said Angie in an exhausted and sarcastic voice.
"Come on, you just have to push some more," encouraged Quatre.
"Don't tell me what to do," fired Angie. She was bearing down to push. Sidney was ready with some towels.
"He's feet are out," said Sidney. She didn't like this. Angie was tearing apart. There was too much blood. Sidney tried her best to keep calm. There was no need to panic both of them. Sidney was carefully blotting the blood. She was hoping that the tearing wouldn't continue. 'Dammit! If we had a sonogram machine, then I would have been able to tell if the baby was breeched or not. At this rate, they could both die,' thought Sidney. She was trying her best not to say anything right away.
"Something is wrong. I can feel it, Sidney. Tell me what's wrong," asked Angie in a serious voice.
"The baby's breeched. That's it right?" said Quatre. He knew it had to be something more because of the look on Angie's face. He stepped over to where Sidney was. Sidney tried to stop him, but he lifted the blankets. There was too much blood down there. The baby was moving his feet. "Stop pushing, Angie," said Quatre quietly.
"No. I can't stop. He'll die," said Angie shaking her head. Quatre went pale.
"She's right," said Sidney, "I should have said something sooner."
"You'll bleed to death," said Quatre. He had a frantic tone on his voice.
"I'll be fine," reassured Angie. She attempted to give him a smile, but failed. "Help me."
"Go back with her. I'll catch the baby when he's finally out," reassured Sidney. Sidney pursed her lips together. The baby looked like he would be fine, but she couldn't guarantee that Angie would be fine. Quatre walked back to her. He supported her shoulders. Angie tucked her chin down and pushed on another contraction.
"Good job. He's legs are now out," announced Sidney, "On the next push, I want you to bear down harder." Sidney wiped off some of the excess blood. She tried not to frown.
Angie didn't scream when she was pushing. She was biting her bottom lip. Quatre felt useless. He couldn't help his family that much. He kissed Angie's forehead. "You're doing fine. We'll be fine," Quatre whispered. Angie was breathing deeply. She was feeling so weak. The labor went on for another agonizing hour. Sidney was close to cutting open her, and doing a C-section. But, of course, it was too late for that.
Angie had stopped talking after the first twenty minutes into the hour. Quatre could tell the strain was getting to her. Quatre didn't like this. He was doing his best to keep calm.
"Just one more push. He'll be all out," encouraged Sidney. She was surprised that Angie was holding out for as long as she did. There was more blood loss. The baby was moving his little arms and legs. Sidney made sure that the umbilical cord wasn't wrapped around his neck cutting his oxygen supply.
Angie gave one more breathless push, and there was cry in the air. Quatre looked up from his gaze of Angie to his son. He was crying and throwing his fists into the air. Sidney cut the umbilical cord. "It's all right, honey. Auntie Sidney's got you. He's got quite a pair of lungs," reported Sidney.
"Isn't that great, Angie?" asked Quatre. He was still holding her in his arms. Angie was feeling very faint. Her breathing getting sallow. Her heartbeat was dropping.
"He's beautiful," whispered Angie. She closed her eyes. Her body went limp.
"Angie? Sidney, she's…" gasped Quatre. He looked at Sidney with panicked eyes. Sidney had wrapped the baby in a clean towel. He had stopped crying. He was perfectly fine. Sidney walked over there. She handed the baby to Quatre. She placed her fingers on a pulse point on Angie's body.
"Her pulse is dropping. Heero! Call the hospital!" shouted Sidney, "Angie? Angie?"
Sidney stripped off her rubber gloves and started to do compression on Angie's chest, and started CPR.
Quatre stood behind Sidney. The baby was quietly looking at him. Funny, there was nothing wrong with him.
"Angie…" whispered Quatre. Angela Winner was close to death.