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Emylou x

CHAPTER 5

My eyes were wide and my arm shot out to grab at Gene, through my shudders of pain.

"Gene, Gene, it's too early."Gene stirred in the bed.

"Too right go t' sleep," He rolled back over.

Seven months, that's two months early, that's not right. "Urgggggggg ow ow Gene it HUUURTS!"

"Bolls!" He was bolt upright looking straight at my figure shaking in pain. "Alex what's wrong?" He demanded an answer with his stern glare.

"OW she's coming NOWwWw!" I now was out of bed and pacing the room. My hand found the wall to lean on through the pain as I curled over.

"No, it's too early. It has to be a false alarm," Gene stood with me offering supporting arms which I willingly collapsed in to.

"I've done this before," I paused to catch my breath "I know this is not a bloody false ALARM!" He held me tight as my whole body tensed and relaxed of its own accord.

"Alex, come on, put some clothes on woman." He rushed dressing himself and in doing that he had his shirt buttons done up all wrong. Gene helped dress me during intervals in my pain, as when I squirmed in pain it was impossible to keep hold me of let alone negotiate clothing. But that was all wasted effort when my waters broke.

"Gene, I've broken."

"Broken what?" His eyes then followed the seeping pattern down my leggings creating a puddle on the floor. "Oh." I changed my leggings for clean ones, then rushed round finding bits and pieces of things I would need; baby grow, pyjama's, clean clothes, clean clothes for Gene (in case he stayed), wash bag and biscuits (I would be really hungry afterwards). "Hurry up woman, and why do you need all that?" He studied the bulging bag I was clutching.

"I just do, and I wouldn't argue with me, not now." His arm wrapped itself around my waste to steady me as he managed to open the door, lock the door and get the both of us downstairs and in to the car.

I began panting to catch breath while in the car but Gene found this utterly hilarious as my cheeks puffed out and my eyes squinted. Once that contraction had passed I gave him an angry stare and threw the first thing that came to hand at him, which turned out to be a cassette tape.

"What was that for?" He pleaded innocently, as if he didn't know. So with my next searing pain I took a grip on his leg and squeezed as the pain got more intense.

"Now don't you laugh," his face filled with an uncomfortable expression which was really hiding pain. But he still smirked as I began to pant again.

By the time came to leave the car I was in what I had named one of my "pain breaks" and we had a race against time to get into the hospital before I once again crumbled in pain. "Come on Gene!"

"I'm comin' Lady B," He was hot on my heels with my bulging bag.

I practically ran in through the doors to the front desk, "Hello, um I'm in labour," oh what a conversation killer yeah hi I'm just spilling blood everywhere. The incompetent girl didn't hear me as she had her walkman headphones over her ears. So I resulted in screaming "ARGGGGG NOO URRRRRR OWWWWWWWW!" That got her attention, and the rest on the waiting rooms attention as well.

"Bolls why is everyone staring at us?" I looked at him and grinned a sarcastically with a very attractive bead of sweat dripping off of my forehead.

"Oh, just something to do with the fact I wondered in then screamed due to hideous pain," An angry pout had formed on my lips and my brow was deeply furrowed. The girl had disappeared and was re-emerging through some double doors with a wheelchair.

"Here you go."She said slightly scared. "Maternity is though those doors and up in the lift to floor five, then you'll reach another reception area." These words were directed primarily at Gene, which infuriated me.

"I'm not getting in that." But it appeared I didn't have a choice as Gene wrestled me in which took little effort as I gave up as soon as another wave of pain drove through my body.

When we got to the fifth floor a very helpful lady greeted us with, "How can I help you."

Gene quickly replied before I screamed at the woman. "She's avin' a baby, now." He managed to sound calm; when I looked at his face he bizarrely was calm. How could he be calm with me screaming and shouting all over the place.

Once I was on a bed I began ordering everyone around, "Gas and air I need gas and air or something please." I looked around at everyone, "How about my biscuits then," I pleaded but no one listened so I asked again "Maybe I could have an epidural or something?"

But the midwife replied "Sorry love, we have to check you over first. You are after all two months early" She wittered on but I took no notice as she looked my over. A small "hmm," slipped her lips that worried me no end.

"What's wrong with the baby, Gene something's wrong." Tears flooded down my cheeks and I was in total hysteria. Then something happened that I don't remember but your dad relayed the story later.

My eyes rolled back into my head, I was out cold. Apparently blood was seeping through all of my clothes and the sheets. I had also begun shaking furiously. I think your head had come through and ripped me slightly (there's the reason for the blood), but not only was your head stuck your first breath was inhaling my blood which had left you chocking and drowning,

I woke suddenly in greater pain than I had ever felt before. I was in such great pain throughout the rest of my labour that I kept fainting. But I saw you come out, beautiful little bundle, even though you were blood stained and gooey. The second thing I noticed was your stillness.

"Gene, Gene she's dead," I had Gene by both sides of his collar and dragged his face close to mine to look right into his eyes. His face we tired and stressed, though he was quiet.

You were taken out of the room followed by all the doctors and nurses apart from one. She was left to clean up, I didn't envy her.

"Well done Bolls," Was all Gene could whisper. I leant towards him and kissed him on the cheek to show my appreciation for him being there. I felt he was uncomfortable.

"Could you get me a cup of tea and a glass of water please, Gene," I knew he was waiting for a chance to leave the room, as he needed to think.

I sat in the sterile white hospital room, in the covers stained by my blood thinking, thinking of all that could have gone wrong, still born, blocked airways, seriously ill or maybe disabled. Then my thoughts had been broken by a nurse all my hopes had hung on her but she just grabbed some notes and left again. I sobbed; the quiet sobs caused tears to roll down my cheeks and on to my t-shirt.

I was in pain but in didn't care because there was something wrong with my baby and there was nothing I could do to help. I was flustered and full of drugs and seriously not thinking straight, I pulled the drip from my arm causing blood to begin to flow down it, I pulled away from the wires attached to my fingers and left the room in search of my child. I followed signs to the premature baby ward, I rushed around my head swimming and leaving a small trail of blood behind me. I looked through windows I saw mothers with small babies, such joy filled their faces, my face should have been the same but fear was in its place. Then I came to it a small room at the end of the corridor, I peered through the window and saw a small still baby, blue in places, then the figure began to shake rapidly its eyes wide open but jerking. I burst through the door, the same way Gene did when he was in a really bad mood due to a hangover, but I was a bit more frenzied. I ran to the child, it was mine her small pink wristband read "Baby Hunt". Before I could get to you I had been restrained by nurses as the doctors shoved needles in your arms and shocked your tiny body through with electric current.

I was walked and held up by a nervous nurse, obviously made nervous by the blood trickling from my arm and my manic sobbing. As we closed in on the door to my room, I saw Gene Hunt taking nervous deep breaths, about to enter, when he saw me. My flailing limbs buckling due to my blood loss were stretching and grabbing at him, desperate to be in his arms, not a strangers'.

"Gene!" I breathed "they've got her, she… she's….not we..ell, sh's dyin' Gee!" I slurred at him as my head flew away. He caught me then my eyes blacked out, though through the darkness I could feel his strong arms cradling my fragile body.

Gene must have held me all night on the hospital bed. He held me tight when I wanted to pull out my drip again and run to her, he helped calm me by stroking my hair and enveloping me in his arms. He held me until I fell fully asleep.

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