There was a point where civilized Nancy Tremaine left her body and some primal beast took over. A screaming, swearing, gasping, howling beast. Who, in a quick turn, would turn into a crying ball of pain.
"Please," she begged, tears spiking at her eyes. "Please, give me drugs!"
"You're almost done," the midwife said, stroking her sweaty forehead. "Just a little bit longer and you'll have your little baby in your arms."
She shook her head, more determined to just have the whole ordeal over than to see her child.