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"I. Want. Drugs." Your voice was lethally calm.

"Baby, the anesthesiologist will be here soon.. Just breathe like in class. In. Ou-"

Your grip on Cloud's hand became circulation-threatening. "Drugs, Cloud. Now." The evenness of your tone barely remained.

"Look, just-OW-squeeze my hand when it gets really bad."

"GYAAAH!"

"Okay, I can't take this. Nurse, how about those drugs? And maybe a finger splint?"

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You looked down at the baby girl in your arms. "Kid, you better be worth it."

Cloud gaped at you. "You're a monster."

"You try having one."

"Point taken. You're a saint."