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"OK, Grimmjow," Szayel clasped Grimmjow's hand tightly. Grimmjow looked over at Szayel with a pained look. "I'm going to medicate you with anesthesia. Once you pass out, I will commence surgery." Szayel paused and looked away. "I just want you to know, that there is a chance that you can die. A 50/50 chance, anyhow." He looked Grimmjow in the eyes and held back a sob. "It's only fair that you know, rather than going into this blind.
"But, I also want to let you know, that I will always forever love you. There will never be anyone else that I would be able to love as much as I love you. And, if you die," He mustered up a smile. "We'll see each other, in the afterlife. I promise you that, and we can live in happiness. In a world without evil, hatred...just pure happiness. No worries, crying, depression, sadness..." he trailed off. Grimmjow pursed his lips.
"Don't worry," he tried to laugh. "I'll pull through this, 100%. Don't you worry about me, just worry about getting this damn thing out of me, and we won't be going through this anymore." Grimmjow winced and laid his head back, staring at the ceiling. "Just hurry," he mumbled.
Szayel nodded and applied anesthesia. Grimmjow's eyes slowly closed, as if drifting off into a deep sleep. Ichigo and Szayel waited for a few minutes, just to make sure that Grimmjow was fully anesthetized, then started on the operation.
Ichigo's simple job was to hand equipment to Szayel, seeing as they have no operation table that can hold all of the equipment for easier access.
"Scalpel."
Ichigo found the sharp tool and handed it to Szayel. Szayel made several incisions on Grimmjow's stomach.
This seemed like a difficult thing, of course. While you're making the incision, you have to be very careful and not apply too much pressure while cutting, otherwise you could cut the child somewhere and that could easily kill the defenseless thing. Szayel held the scalpel gingerly while cutting a guideline. He shut his eyes with relief as he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He handed the scalpel back to Ichigo and he put it down next to him. Szayel asked tool after tool to get that damned baby out. He made sure to do it as gingerly and calmly as possible so he doesn't end up killing Grimmjow or the baby.
Szayel sat back with satisfaction. He nodded his head and smiled. He leaned back up again and took out the child. "Get me some oxygen. It isn't breathing."
Ichigo hurriedly grabbed a tank of oxygen that they had, just in case there was ever a situation like this. Szayel hooked the tube up to the oxygen tank and held the mask over the baby's nose and mouth. He opened the valve to the tank and let the oxygen flow at a level that wasn't too high or too low. They stood for a couple of moments, listening to the sound of the oxygen fill the room.
The baby let out a loud wail as it was brought to life.
Szayel held the baby closely, taking the oxygen away from its mouth. With tear-filled eyes of joy, he handed the baby to Ichigo, who held the baby in a blanket. Szayel stitched up Grimmjow and washed his hands. Once he was finished, he looked at the unsettled baby once more, smiling.
It's not my child, but for some reason I feel that we will have some sort of bond that could rarely be achieved with a "fake" father.
Ichigo looked up with a smile. "It looks like it's a girl." He gives a nod. "You did it so calmly, and I was so amazed. I bet you're relieved now that it's over."
Szayel nodded. "You're right. I was so worried that the child would be dead as it came out, or Grimmjow would have died." He looked at Grimmjow. "We'll just have to keep a close eye on him, now. Just in case he suffers something when he wakes up."
Ichigo nodded. The sound of footsteps climbed up the stairs, and Szayel and Ichigo stared at the crying figure of Isshin.
"I heard the wails!" He sobbed. "I'm so happy!"
Ichigo groaned. "Dad, you don't have to cry..."
"But!" He exclaimed, wiping his tears. "That's the beauty of having a child! The sound of it crying is a miracle!" He paused, composing himself. "You know, son, I cried when your mother gave birth to you? It was such a beautiful process."
Ichigo groaned. "Dad, I understand that you are moved, but..."
Szayel patted Ichigo's back. "Just let him do his thing," Szayel whispered, "he's obviously overjoyed that the surgery was a success."
Ichigo frowned nodded, staring at his sobbing father in front of the door.
"Woah,"
Grimmjow's eyes were wide, staring at the peaceful figure laying in his arms. "This is my baby?"
Szayel nodded, smiling. "Mhm. It is, Grimmjow." Szayel patted his back. "You did a good job. It's a girl. What do you want to name it?"
Grimmjow shrugged. "I'm not sure. I haven't thought about it. Do you have a name in mind?"
Szayel frowned. "Not really. I thought you had a name for it."
Grimmjow snorted. "You thought I would have a name for it? You're really naïve, aren't you?"
Szayel puffed out his cheeks with anger. "You should have thought about it. We can't keep calling it 'baby' all the time."
"I know, I know," Grimmjow chuckled. "I'll think about it."
"All right," Szayel smiled, turning away to sit down in a chair. "I'm glad you pulled through it, though."
Grimmjow nodded. "I am too. I didn't think it would go this well." He sighed heavily. "I'm beat, though."
"Well, that's to be expected."
"I don't like being tired." Grimmjow retorted.
"You're going to have to deal with it." Szayel sneered.
"Damn, why are you so bitchy?" Grimmjow asked.
"I'm acting bitchy? I'm just telling you the truth."
"It's like having a woman in the house." He paused. "And I'm the one who had the child."
Szayel sighed. "Let's not argue. We should be appreciating everything right now."
Grimmjow snorted. Szayel shot him a look.
"Well, it's true! You pulled out of it safely, so we should be thanking everything that you pulled out without complications."
Grimmjow sighed, knowing that Szayel was right. "Fine. Thanks."
Szayel shook his head. "Seriously?"
"I thought we weren't arguing?"
Szayel held back his anger. "We aren't."
"Well it seems like you're not going to drop it."
"You need to stop getting the last word in."
Grimmjow winced. "I'm not. You need to stop..." Grimmjow paused.
Szayel smiled. "You have nothing else to say. It proves everything," He crossed his arms together with victory.
Grimmjow opened his mouth and closed it. "Just-Just leave me alone," and he turned his head away.
It was just the beginning.
Author's Note: Wooh! C-Section is quite easier to write than a labor scene!
I apologize for very late update. I would have had it up yesterday, but when I came home from a Band competition, I had an upset stomach and got sick, so I really wasn't in the mood to do anything. ;A; Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I plan on continuing, writing about the child's life as she grows up~
However, please review and let me know what you think~