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Chapter Twenty-Three
26th November, 1910
"Jane? Jane? Jane!" I gasped. I leant back against the bed post and struggled to keep my breathing even. Sharp pains shot up my back, yet all I could think about was Tommie. Where was Tommie? Before I completely went into a panic, Jane rushed in. She held onto my shoulders, and looked directly into my eyes.
"Helen, you need to listen to me." Jane, being slightly older than myself, reminded me of my mother when she was serious like that. I nodded quickly, before feeling a tear escape from my eye. "I need you to do exactly what I tell you to do, please, and the Doctor. It will all be fine." She brushed away the tear, but more started coming.
I felt like collapsing, but clung onto Jane as she led me into a warm bed. I was already in my nightdress; how convenient. The Doctor was saying things, but I couldn't bring myself to listen.
"Where's Tommie?" I asked again, but I still didn't get a reply. Maybe they didn't know where he was. What if he missed the birth altogether? Oh, the guilt he would feel. And the disappointment. No, he will be here. Just hold on for a little bit longer, Helen. He'll turn up.