(Disclaimer: Well, you guys didn't send any name suggestions, so I'll have to continue on typing. Sigh Oh well, meanies '.')
Conception
"Alright, guys, let's move it!" The short, young nurse was pushing the stretcher that Fujjin lied in down the long, narrow hallway. Everything seemed to be so bright and spinning. Everything was happening way too fast.
Fujjin was crying. Selphie was right beside her, trying to keep up with the speed of the stretcher flying down the hallway. Doctors were quickly moving to each side when they saw them rushing down the halls.
Selphie couldn't quite figure out if Fujjin was crying because she was in pain, or thinking about something else. Many women get emotional before having a child, and Fujjin was quite young anyways. Only eighteen, and having a child? She figured it was better than having one at sixteen, but even still, the emotional rollercoaster Fujjin was riding couldn't have been a thrilling one.
The nurse at the end of the stretcher had been running so fast that she almost missed the door for the Emergency Delivery room. She pushed Fujjin through, and Seifer and Selphie followed eagerly behind. Other doctors who were in the room didn't expect them so soon, and quickly rushed to their positions. They helped Fujjin move from the scretcher onto the uplifted hospital bed. Once Fujjin became comfortable on the bed, the churning feeling in her stomach had returned, and she could feel the burning once more. She clenched the sheets of the bed to hope release the pain, but it only got worse.
"Alright, you two," the closest doctor addressed Seifer and Selphie," I need you two to leave here and sit in the Waiting Room."
"No," Fujjin told him after having a coughing spasm," let them stay. I want them here with me."
The doctor hesitated at first, but then agreed. "We may have to have surgery. Are either of you squeemish?"
Selphie winced. "A little, but I'll stay here for Fujjin, no matter how squeemish I am."
Seifer shrugged. "I'm not, so don't worry about me."
"Well, some husbands have tended to faint because they aren't used to seeing too much blood," the doctor informed him.
Seifer almost blurted "Well, we're not married yet," but he didn't want anyone to see him as conceeded. "I won't be squeemish."
Fujjin felt the sickening feeling in her stomach again, and yelled out once more in pain. The doctors looked her way. "Let's begin."
Selphie had walked over to Fujjin's side, and held her hand. "If you feel an urge to squeeze my hand, 'cause your stomach hurts or something, don't hold back, kay?" Fujjin looked to her concerned, but Selphie just smiled. "Don't worry about breaking my hand," Selphie told her. "I still have one more left if you break this one."
The surgery began, and Fujjin kept having the strong urge to tighten her hand, but didn't want to harm Selphie. Selphie would wince at times, but never showed that there was any pain. Of course, she figured Fujjin was enduring more pain than she was.
Ironically, Seifer fainted when the surgery began. Some doctors escorted his loathesome body out into the Waiting Room, and lied him down on the couch. The doctors were unsure if he fainted from the blood or the sight of the baby coming into the new world so slowly. Maybe he was so overjoyed at seeing it, that his emotions ran wild, and he fainted. Who knew?
The baby was being pulled forth into the new world too slowly, and the doctors were concerned.
"Miss Tilmitt, we may have to ask you to leave," said the Head Surgeon.
Selphie looked to Fujjin, and she smiled. "Don't worry about me, Selphie. I don't want to cause any trouble. I'll be fine."
Selphie smiled back warmly. "Alright," she told Fujjin, and then looked to the doctors. "But if something happens, something bad, you guys better tell me." She turned, and swept past the swinging doors without listening to their response. A moment later, Fujjin had a mask placed over her face, with a gas going through the tube connected to it.
"Just close your eyes, be calm, and count backwards from one-hundred," the doctor told her, but she needed not to, for she was asleep within seconds.
Within half an hour, the doctors were becoming even more concerned. Only half of the baby had come through, and they were trying desperatly to get it out quickly, yet they wanted to work slowly on this delicate new life. According to Fujjin's ECG, her breathing was becoming abnormal. Doctors were planning on incisions to make, if any were needed, but they needed to find some way to get the baby out. Fujjin was losing blood because the baby was coming out too slowly. They were losing time.
If the baby didn't come out within the next few minutes, both Fujjin and the baby would die. If by some miracle, the baby would live, it would have mental disabilities for the rest of it's life.
With quick thinking, an incision was made down Fujjin's stomach, avoiding cutting the baby as much as possible, and the doctor delicatly forced the baby from Fujjin's pelvic joints. They immediatly started sewing the gap in her stomach, and the baby was rushed into another room.
When Fujjin's stomach was sewn back up and the blood, cleaned, she slept peacefully, as the gas was keeping her in a slumber.
The Head Doctor walked into the Waiting Room, and Selphie stood immediatly. Seifer was mumbling in his sleep, and probably near coming to. The doctor smiled. "It was a tough operation," he told her, "but everything's okay now. Fujjin had the baby. She's an ash-blonde, curly-haired girl."
Selphie jumped up and down excitedly. "Can I see her?"
"Well, we need to run some tests on her to see if she will be okay."
Selphie gasped. "She's not going to die, is she?"
The doctor shook his head. "No, we don't think so, but it was a difficult procedure. We will have to ask you and Mr. Almasy to return another day. We need to keep Fujjin and check her statuses for the next few days, as well."
Seifer had completly awoken now, and he was yawning and stretching. Recognizing where he was, he stood up quickly. "Did everything go okay?"
Selphie dragged Seifer to her side. "I'll tell you on the train ride back to Balamb."
"Why do we have to go back? Where's Fujjin?!"
"Calm down," the doctor told him. "She's in good hands."
Seifer wasn't finished, but Selphie was dragging him as far away from there as possible. He probably had so many questions, and it probably wouldn't have been wise for Selphie to tell him that the baby had a chance of dying just yet.
(That took too long to put up, but I was on a writer's block for 2 weeks x.X sorry guys.)
Conception
"Alright, guys, let's move it!" The short, young nurse was pushing the stretcher that Fujjin lied in down the long, narrow hallway. Everything seemed to be so bright and spinning. Everything was happening way too fast.
Fujjin was crying. Selphie was right beside her, trying to keep up with the speed of the stretcher flying down the hallway. Doctors were quickly moving to each side when they saw them rushing down the halls.
Selphie couldn't quite figure out if Fujjin was crying because she was in pain, or thinking about something else. Many women get emotional before having a child, and Fujjin was quite young anyways. Only eighteen, and having a child? She figured it was better than having one at sixteen, but even still, the emotional rollercoaster Fujjin was riding couldn't have been a thrilling one.
The nurse at the end of the stretcher had been running so fast that she almost missed the door for the Emergency Delivery room. She pushed Fujjin through, and Seifer and Selphie followed eagerly behind. Other doctors who were in the room didn't expect them so soon, and quickly rushed to their positions. They helped Fujjin move from the scretcher onto the uplifted hospital bed. Once Fujjin became comfortable on the bed, the churning feeling in her stomach had returned, and she could feel the burning once more. She clenched the sheets of the bed to hope release the pain, but it only got worse.
"Alright, you two," the closest doctor addressed Seifer and Selphie," I need you two to leave here and sit in the Waiting Room."
"No," Fujjin told him after having a coughing spasm," let them stay. I want them here with me."
The doctor hesitated at first, but then agreed. "We may have to have surgery. Are either of you squeemish?"
Selphie winced. "A little, but I'll stay here for Fujjin, no matter how squeemish I am."
Seifer shrugged. "I'm not, so don't worry about me."
"Well, some husbands have tended to faint because they aren't used to seeing too much blood," the doctor informed him.
Seifer almost blurted "Well, we're not married yet," but he didn't want anyone to see him as conceeded. "I won't be squeemish."
Fujjin felt the sickening feeling in her stomach again, and yelled out once more in pain. The doctors looked her way. "Let's begin."
Selphie had walked over to Fujjin's side, and held her hand. "If you feel an urge to squeeze my hand, 'cause your stomach hurts or something, don't hold back, kay?" Fujjin looked to her concerned, but Selphie just smiled. "Don't worry about breaking my hand," Selphie told her. "I still have one more left if you break this one."
The surgery began, and Fujjin kept having the strong urge to tighten her hand, but didn't want to harm Selphie. Selphie would wince at times, but never showed that there was any pain. Of course, she figured Fujjin was enduring more pain than she was.
Ironically, Seifer fainted when the surgery began. Some doctors escorted his loathesome body out into the Waiting Room, and lied him down on the couch. The doctors were unsure if he fainted from the blood or the sight of the baby coming into the new world so slowly. Maybe he was so overjoyed at seeing it, that his emotions ran wild, and he fainted. Who knew?
The baby was being pulled forth into the new world too slowly, and the doctors were concerned.
"Miss Tilmitt, we may have to ask you to leave," said the Head Surgeon.
Selphie looked to Fujjin, and she smiled. "Don't worry about me, Selphie. I don't want to cause any trouble. I'll be fine."
Selphie smiled back warmly. "Alright," she told Fujjin, and then looked to the doctors. "But if something happens, something bad, you guys better tell me." She turned, and swept past the swinging doors without listening to their response. A moment later, Fujjin had a mask placed over her face, with a gas going through the tube connected to it.
"Just close your eyes, be calm, and count backwards from one-hundred," the doctor told her, but she needed not to, for she was asleep within seconds.
Within half an hour, the doctors were becoming even more concerned. Only half of the baby had come through, and they were trying desperatly to get it out quickly, yet they wanted to work slowly on this delicate new life. According to Fujjin's ECG, her breathing was becoming abnormal. Doctors were planning on incisions to make, if any were needed, but they needed to find some way to get the baby out. Fujjin was losing blood because the baby was coming out too slowly. They were losing time.
If the baby didn't come out within the next few minutes, both Fujjin and the baby would die. If by some miracle, the baby would live, it would have mental disabilities for the rest of it's life.
With quick thinking, an incision was made down Fujjin's stomach, avoiding cutting the baby as much as possible, and the doctor delicatly forced the baby from Fujjin's pelvic joints. They immediatly started sewing the gap in her stomach, and the baby was rushed into another room.
When Fujjin's stomach was sewn back up and the blood, cleaned, she slept peacefully, as the gas was keeping her in a slumber.
The Head Doctor walked into the Waiting Room, and Selphie stood immediatly. Seifer was mumbling in his sleep, and probably near coming to. The doctor smiled. "It was a tough operation," he told her, "but everything's okay now. Fujjin had the baby. She's an ash-blonde, curly-haired girl."
Selphie jumped up and down excitedly. "Can I see her?"
"Well, we need to run some tests on her to see if she will be okay."
Selphie gasped. "She's not going to die, is she?"
The doctor shook his head. "No, we don't think so, but it was a difficult procedure. We will have to ask you and Mr. Almasy to return another day. We need to keep Fujjin and check her statuses for the next few days, as well."
Seifer had completly awoken now, and he was yawning and stretching. Recognizing where he was, he stood up quickly. "Did everything go okay?"
Selphie dragged Seifer to her side. "I'll tell you on the train ride back to Balamb."
"Why do we have to go back? Where's Fujjin?!"
"Calm down," the doctor told him. "She's in good hands."
Seifer wasn't finished, but Selphie was dragging him as far away from there as possible. He probably had so many questions, and it probably wouldn't have been wise for Selphie to tell him that the baby had a chance of dying just yet.
(That took too long to put up, but I was on a writer's block for 2 weeks x.X sorry guys.)