CHAPTER 9
The woman came in… fast, "My water broke! I need a doc, now!" Quickly she was put in a wheelchair and taken to maternity.
"Ax, did you know who that was?" I hissed, "That, that was my mother!"
"Hey! I didn't know mom had kids!"
"What," I turned to Tabitha and asked in surprise.
"My mom, she adopted me when I was about 6 years old. She never told me she had a kid. Maybe she felt bad or something..."
This added a spin on things, "You were adopted?"
"This is quite interesting. I think the Ellimist is showing us something, Tobias." That would be Ax of course.
"Should we follow," I asked.
Tabitha answered, "Why not?"
"It is why we are in this place." Ax commented.
With that decided we followed the screams of my mother's labor. If I had felt out of place before, when I was a hawk in a hospital, I felt really strange now. Here I was, in the maternity ward, following my mother next to a morphed alien, in biking shorts, no less.
Man, my life was weird. And all i wanted was a rat.
Then a voice called out from behind us, "Hey! You kids have to wait at the baby window."
"Um sorry, doc, our, er, my mother,"
"It's okay boy, right over there to the left. Your brother or sister will be out soon."
"Thanks." We made our way to the window.
I looked though the window. I saw empty cribs, cribs with blue or pink blankets, and some cribs already holding babies.
My last name, what was it? Right, I remembered and looked at each and every nameplate for my last name.
Then a nurse came onto the scene, and put a label with a last name on one crib. My last name, then she stopped at the crib next to it, and put a name on that one, too. I looked confused, was that also my last name?
"Ax there are two cribs, why two?"
"I do not understand, why are the children in boxes? We're they bad?"
"No. Ax, is your name now? After babies are born they are cleaned and put in these cribs so that the mother can rest." Tabitha answered.
"Oh," of course he still didn't understand, but I had bigger things on my mind besides that. Why were there two cribs with my last name?
Then a nurse came in and put a baby wrapped in blue blanket in one box. In pen, she wrote above the last name, "Tobias". My name, that's me!
I shouted excitedly, "Ax, that's me! That's me!"
"This is all very strange."
"Gosh, I wish I knew my last name. I think I was born in this hospital. Maybe I could see myself, too."
As if the nurse heard us, she came in with a pink bundle and laid it in the crib next to mine, the other one with the same last name as mine. She then wrote in the name "Tabitha".
"I think I know your last name now, Tabitha."