Sacrifices Made For Love

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: Oh my god I just realized that I haven't updated this since June, I'm sorry!

Chapter 8: Lift Me Up

Four Months Later

Wolfram shuddered as another pain shot through his entire body. His grasp on his husband's hand tightened drastically, however Yuuri was too nervous and jumpy to care. The king watched him intently, seeing each new flash of pain dawn upon his queen's face. "Wolfram, sh-should I call for Giezela?" His voice shook uncontrollably; he had never done this before.

The blonde just shook his head, "n-no, this baby isn't coming for a while."

"But you're in pain!" Yuuri insisted, clutching his newly plump wife closer to him. Something inside of was so afraid. How could he survive if anything happened to his beloved?

"There's nothing she would be able to do about this anyway, hennach-choko…," Wolfram screwed his eyes closed as he rode out another wave of muscle spasms. Contractions were definitely no easy deal, but the feel of his husband's hand rubbing his spine helped to distract him.

At that moment they were in their bedroom, Yuuri cradling Wolfram as the time for their baby's birth crawled closer. It seemed like hours had passed since these pains had started and Wolfram was secretly losing his endurance. But on the outside he remained confident.

Meanwhile, maids and servants bustled in and out, bringing wet cloths for Wolfram's forehead and water for when he got thirsty. However, with each new person in the room, the more the pregnant man felt like screaming. He felt crowded and jostled when he really just wanted to lie there with Yuuri until this whole painful ordeal was over with. But unfortunately for him, it didn't feel like the baby would be coming anytime soon.

Eventually the room emptied, leaving the king and queen in a mild form of peace. "You're such a trooper, Wolf," Yuuri murmured adoringly. He adjusted his wife so that his blonde head rested against the king's shoulder.

Wolfram just smiled weakly, he was beginning to get dizzy. "Yuuri…something's wrong…,"

His husband jerked as he heard this. Hurriedly lying his wife back against the pillows, Yuuri made sure he was comfortable. "I'll go get Giezela. Please don't move." He pleaded as he carefully slid off the bed.

"I don't think I can…," Wolfram whispered almost inaudibly, his eyes were beginning to drift closed.

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Out in the hall, Yuuri sprinted as fast as he could, trying to keep his mind focused on his important task. However as he rounded a corner he flung himself quite accidentally into Anissina. "Whoa, heika, what's the hurry?" She eyed him with a funny expression.

"I need to get Giezela right away!" He announced, somewhat out of breath.

Anissina assisted the king to his feet. "Giezela isn't here," she commented, "is there something wrong?"

"Isn't here? But I need her!" Yuuri's heart began to beat three times as fast, "I need her now!"

The woman tried to steady him, placing her hands on his shoulders, "she's in town buying medicine. Tell me what's wrong; maybe I can help." Her blue eyes held his for a long moment.

"Wolfram's going into labor and he says that something's wrong," Yuuri cried, "he needs a doctor right now!"

Conrad who had heard yelling from a connecting corridor entered the scene. Quickening his pace he came to Yuuri's side, trying to instinctively comfort his obviously upset godson. "What's wrong, Yuuri?" He squeezed the boy's shoulders comfortingly. "What are you upset about?"

However Yuuri was to flustered to answer. Instead, Anissina did it for him, "Wolfram's gone into labor, but apparently something's wrong. He needs a doctor."

The man's concern immediately increased twofold. "Where's Giezela?"

"She's in town and won't be back for another hour at least. We need a different doctor," she explained, half to herself as if trying to comprehend the situation. "if something is wrong, we don't have time to wait."

"All the other doctors live in town," Conrad whispered, trying to prevent Yuuri from hearing.

But the boy did hear. Nervously clutching Conrad's arm the king looked up at him, much in the manner of a child. "Is Wolfram going to die?" Tears began to brim at the edges of his onyx eyes.

"Don't say such a thing, heika, Wolfram's not going to die." Conrad's words, as usual, were reassuring. Turning to Anissina the man spoke more seriously, "Anissina, you go with Yuuri to care for Wolfram, I'll go for Giezela." The woman nodded, for once being obedient to a man. However she knew this was no time for overthrowing man's stranglehold on society.

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Back in the king's bedroom, Yuuri watched as Anissina set about administering simple painkillers to his suffering wife. But by the looks on Wolfram's face, the common over-the-counter drugs weren't enough.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Yuuri asked quietly, trying to keep it somewhat quiet for Wolfram.

Anissina shook her head, her bright hair falling slightly in her face as she leaned in to take Wolfram's temperature once more. "I'm sorry, heika, but I don't. It must be something internal." She noticed Yuuri's face fall, the boy was losing hope, "don't worry, he's a Bielefeld, they don't die that easily. They make pretty sturdy wives even though they look so delicate." Wolfram groaned slightly in protest; that was a good sign.

"At least he can still hear us," the king sighed, gently squeezing Wolfram's hand. As Anissina left to get more ice, Yuuri moved closer to his queen. "And if you can hear me… I love you, Wolf. I need you. Please…don't die! I've seen you live to more than this, please do it one more time." He kissed the man's fingers fervently, trying to prove his point.

Wolfram's eyes fluttered slightly in response, he no longer had the strength to speak. But for Yuuri's sake, he would keep his eyes open.