Alone with Everybody
By Butterflygirl
"Will?"
The elf looked up in pained relief as Gohan came rushing through the door and hugged her where she sat on the hospital bed, in one of those stupid nightgowns that they always gave to pregnant women.
"Hey," she said weakly, then grunted slightly as she got another contraction, her skin rippling strangely. "Well, this is freaky," she managed after a moment, grinning slightly as she watched his confusion and panic. "You're worrying more than I am!"
"I know, I know," Gohan muttered, starting to pace.
"For Dende's sake, Gohan!" Will laughed, suddenly more at ease now that Gohan was here. He was there, would be there when their baby was born, and she would be safe as long as he was near her. She knew it. "Sit down!"
He took a seat briefly, then jumped up again restlessly as the door opened and Bulma came in. "Good, you're here," she said shortly, and grinned at Will. "He worrying more than you?"
"Yeah," Will laughed, "I guess we all know who's the more capable sex!"
Bulma laughed at this, then frowned as Will cried out again, the pain creasing her face, stronger contractions coming faster now.
They shouldn't hurt that much yet… Bulma thought privately, and wished Vegeta was there. He would be able to reassure her.
^^^
Gohan had been kicked out when the doctors had come, following a private talk in the corner that Bulma had had with the midwife. At least the blue- haired scientist had come with him, not allowed to stay in either.
He had felt Will's pain, sharp and agonising before she had cut off the bond, blocking him from sharing her torture. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but there was definitely something. He could tell from the subconscious messages she was sending She felt weaker than normal, even during childbirth…odd…
A doctor came out, peering at a clipboard, and was immediately assailed by a now totally panicking Gohan.
"What's wrong?" He demanded, grabbing her by the wrists.
The doctor sighed and shook her head, gently extracting her arms from his grasp. "Your wife's losing a lot of blood, Mr Son," she told him gently as Gohan's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's really strange- she has no known blood-type, which means we have no match available to us. I'm sorry to say that, unless her baby is born soon and we can do something about the bleeding, we may lose her."
^^^
Gohan's eyes filled with unshed tears of grief as he sat heavily on the hospital chair, which groaned loudly in complaint at the saiyajin's weight delivered with such brute force. He dug his fists into his eye sockets, turning over the doctor's words, squeezing every last drop of meaning from them, in his desperate search for a solution.
"Is there no way you can speed up her birth?" he asked waveringly, his voice nearly breaking on the words. He clutched at a possibility. "What about O Negative blood? Isn't that Universal Donor?"
"Well, as far as we knew," the doctor murmured in distaste at having to give this news. "But we have no way of knowing how it'll affect her. The shock of it could potentially be more dangerous than treatment without transfusion."
Gohan's head rose slowly from where it had hung so despondently, with purpose in his gaze. "The dragonballs." He whispered softly, as if saying the words too loudly would banish the possibility of this solution coming to be.
Bulma's face lit at this comment, and she flew from her chair and shook Gohan violently by the shoulders before he could stop her to find out what it was she was so excited about.
"Will sent Goten and Trunks to get Krillin to bring the last dragonball to the hospital," she rushed, out of breath after the speed she had used to eject this information. Gohan's mind exploded with sudden hope, even as Will's barrier crashed momentarily and he was paralysed fleetingly with her pain, before she regained control and forced it shut once more.
"Where is he?" he whispered, sending his mind out as far as he could to try and detect the short fighter's approach. It looked like Krillin was their last resort to save Will's life- and that of their child.
By Butterflygirl
"Will?"
The elf looked up in pained relief as Gohan came rushing through the door and hugged her where she sat on the hospital bed, in one of those stupid nightgowns that they always gave to pregnant women.
"Hey," she said weakly, then grunted slightly as she got another contraction, her skin rippling strangely. "Well, this is freaky," she managed after a moment, grinning slightly as she watched his confusion and panic. "You're worrying more than I am!"
"I know, I know," Gohan muttered, starting to pace.
"For Dende's sake, Gohan!" Will laughed, suddenly more at ease now that Gohan was here. He was there, would be there when their baby was born, and she would be safe as long as he was near her. She knew it. "Sit down!"
He took a seat briefly, then jumped up again restlessly as the door opened and Bulma came in. "Good, you're here," she said shortly, and grinned at Will. "He worrying more than you?"
"Yeah," Will laughed, "I guess we all know who's the more capable sex!"
Bulma laughed at this, then frowned as Will cried out again, the pain creasing her face, stronger contractions coming faster now.
They shouldn't hurt that much yet… Bulma thought privately, and wished Vegeta was there. He would be able to reassure her.
^^^
Gohan had been kicked out when the doctors had come, following a private talk in the corner that Bulma had had with the midwife. At least the blue- haired scientist had come with him, not allowed to stay in either.
He had felt Will's pain, sharp and agonising before she had cut off the bond, blocking him from sharing her torture. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but there was definitely something. He could tell from the subconscious messages she was sending She felt weaker than normal, even during childbirth…odd…
A doctor came out, peering at a clipboard, and was immediately assailed by a now totally panicking Gohan.
"What's wrong?" He demanded, grabbing her by the wrists.
The doctor sighed and shook her head, gently extracting her arms from his grasp. "Your wife's losing a lot of blood, Mr Son," she told him gently as Gohan's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's really strange- she has no known blood-type, which means we have no match available to us. I'm sorry to say that, unless her baby is born soon and we can do something about the bleeding, we may lose her."
^^^
Gohan's eyes filled with unshed tears of grief as he sat heavily on the hospital chair, which groaned loudly in complaint at the saiyajin's weight delivered with such brute force. He dug his fists into his eye sockets, turning over the doctor's words, squeezing every last drop of meaning from them, in his desperate search for a solution.
"Is there no way you can speed up her birth?" he asked waveringly, his voice nearly breaking on the words. He clutched at a possibility. "What about O Negative blood? Isn't that Universal Donor?"
"Well, as far as we knew," the doctor murmured in distaste at having to give this news. "But we have no way of knowing how it'll affect her. The shock of it could potentially be more dangerous than treatment without transfusion."
Gohan's head rose slowly from where it had hung so despondently, with purpose in his gaze. "The dragonballs." He whispered softly, as if saying the words too loudly would banish the possibility of this solution coming to be.
Bulma's face lit at this comment, and she flew from her chair and shook Gohan violently by the shoulders before he could stop her to find out what it was she was so excited about.
"Will sent Goten and Trunks to get Krillin to bring the last dragonball to the hospital," she rushed, out of breath after the speed she had used to eject this information. Gohan's mind exploded with sudden hope, even as Will's barrier crashed momentarily and he was paralysed fleetingly with her pain, before she regained control and forced it shut once more.
"Where is he?" he whispered, sending his mind out as far as he could to try and detect the short fighter's approach. It looked like Krillin was their last resort to save Will's life- and that of their child.