Hestia R Jones (bd_hestia) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-03-12 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | * march 2006, - complete, - plot: pox virus, hestia jones |
RP: A Birthday
Date: 12th March 2006
Characters: Hestia Jones
Location: Hogsmeade
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mention of NPC death, pain, birth
Summary: Hestia is leaving to get someone to deal with Mama Rose, only she doesn't get the chance.
She was fighting the tears and the pain, it hurt to walk... to move. All day the fake contractions had come and gone at the worst moments, and then... after she'd brought Kingsley something to eat (though, again he didn't seem to notice her); she'd popped into Mama Rose's room to check on her. She knew that she'd been needing to get Rose to the Shack with Valery (who she went to see every day, even if the girl was in a coma- the thought brought tears to her eyes); but Kingsley was only getting worse, and she was afraid that if she left him alone to long.... he'd hurt himself in his delusions. But then... now it didn't matter, she'd tried shaking her awake, checked for breathing, a pulse, anything.... No luck.
Mama Rose was dead.
God the thought clenched hard in her chest, down in her gut... Her body spasmed with pain, and she had to sit down, burying her head in her hands. Rose had been a lovely woman, someone that above all else, been a rock. And now she was gone... Gone and Kingsley didn't even know, couldn't even comprehend if she did tell him.
She'd done her hardest not to cry...but this was it...Hestia was too tired, to sick, to emotionally unable to handle the stress..... She began sobbing, her whole body wracking with full body spasms.
She was just getting into full swing when another cramp rolled along her midsection; no not a cramp.... Hestia's hand shot down to her stomach, it hurt badly....and it wasn't going away. In fact, in an almost immediate rush she felt water running down her legs. "Oh God..." she whispered, suddenly not able to move with something akin to fear.
Suddenly flashes of the entire day swam over her, as if trying to remind her that there had been warning signs. Cramps, lower back pain, regular waves of discomfort, stomach tightening... she should have known, seen the warning signs- recognized it for what it was... And now, now the contraction was horrible, it seemed to only be climbing, getting worse...
Eyes closing tightly, Hestia was glad she was already sitting, and began to lean forward with the pain. She was trying to think, she needed to get to the Shack… Kingsley was too ill, he wasn’t even aware of other human contact…
Ginger…
No, she was nearly the same length of a walk to the Shack… Hestia began to stand, her hand fisting tightly into the arm of the chair, as the contraction seemed to ease up. She could do this, it was only a short walk- and it wasn’t like the contractions were coming clos-
Before she could even get the thought out, another one pulled her down, she didn’t even have time to sit, only merely squatted in pain. This wasn’t how birth went! You were supposed to have time! She needed the time. The time to get some sort of clothes, to get to the Shack, to get a Healer; contractions were supposed to be spaced! It seemed, however, this baby didn’t seem to care about all the regulations, she’d been in labor (apparently) all day and he was very much ready. If only she was…
Hours seemed to go by; she did manage to get back into the chair, trying to work through each contraction… The pain was so intense and so fast, and she was trying desperately to ignore the urge to push. She couldn’t be that far along yet, even if she had been having contractions.
How did she check?
Merlin, she had no idea… She just wanted it to be over, or to let her have a rest- figure things out; she nearly scream/moaned in both frustration and pain. Suddenly the urge to push was beyond intense… Clenching her jaw, Hestia moved to the edge of the chair- there was no way she was going to make it anywhere… get help, she was going to really have to do this on her own. With that knowledge, she screwed her eyes together, and hiked up her robes to pull down her knickers, letting out a mild cry of pain as she tried her hardest to ignore the contraction.
The pushing itself seemed easy, though she rueful for the rug, god only knew what stain she was making, the thought made a strangled laugh come from her throat. “Shit, who thinks of a rug….” She said breathlessly, still smiling slightly, before another contraction and more pressure- more pain and then a scream…
Her own, and then another…smaller, a babies and she was nearly falling against the chair as she pulled him to her chest. “Oh baby…” Hestia couldn’t do anything else, tears were swimming in her eyes, and she was merely clinging to him, letting her own body relax against the chair trying to remember to breath. He was screaming, crying, and Hestia weakly raised an arm, looking around for something to clean him off with, to wrap him in.
The throw over the couch was close and stretching, flinching as she did she pulled it down with the last of her strength before wiping off his face, squeezed and tight and screaming. She was crying herself, he was perfect, perfect and healthy and she just wanted to get him wrapped up.
Wiping at her eyes, Hestia leaned her head back and laughed through a sob; that was not what she had expected, pulling him closer to her, looking down at his dark wide eyes. She knew she needed to get to the Shack and be checked out- both of them, but at the moment…she was remembering to breath and that life was a beautiful thing.