This one scares me, and I wrote it! It's my favourite, even so. Thanks to Lamanth for reviewing via copying and pasting XD Love you! (pokes non-reviewers)

6. Hold My Hand

Her screams had stopped and now there was only sobs and shudders of breath as she threw her remaining energy into pushing, and pushing, and pushing … there seemed to be no end to it, and certainly no sight of the baby boy that Kai was promised.

He was getting frightened, though he would never allow it to be shown. Her face was grey and the way that her head flopped back onto the pillow between contractions, as if her neck was just a thin, useless tube of skin, seemed to bode badly.

This isn't how it's supposed to happen, Salima! he thought uneasily. It's not supposed to go wrong …

Two hours and thirty-three minutes later, a tiny, squirming purple body greeted its new environment with desolate wails.

"It's a girl." Kai was told quickly, as medical attention focused on the wan figure lying in the bed.

A girl?

He stared at Salima, who looked up at him with a terrifying blankness in her deadened eyes.

"Hold my hand, Kai …" The plea was whisper-soft, and Kai felt more than able to ignore it. "Please …"

"A girl, Sal?" Kai spat on her and watched with contempt as she was unable to summon the strength to wipe it away. "You promised me." Hurt and deceived, he turned, pushing past yet more people in uniforms – why was there so many? – and opened the door. Turning in the doorway, he looked back. Her gaze found his immediately, eyes huge and hazy. He made sure to mouth what he said very carefully, to make sure that she could understand him perfectly. She had always been slow, after all.

"Useless."

With that, Kai Hiwatari walked away from his new daughter and dying wife. Later, with a few pints ingested, he would bemoan her lies and her weakness, and make loud threats about what would happen next time.

Later still, a capture would be made. Kai would go unwillingly. Blows were exchanged. Kai had a gun, and used it.

"She'll do better next time," he promised the white-coats frankly even as the doors closed forever behind him, his arms pinned to his sides in restraints. "She's a good girl really, Sal, she is."

Don't know where it came from or what goes on in my head.

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