Loki (hamrammr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-06-02 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~george sands (oe), ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Annie, Mitchell, George and Watson, open to Maryanne, Malc and Sophia later
Where: HH, then the hospital, then HH
What: Ash makes an early appearance
When: ----
Rating: TBD- but blood and swearing and stuff
Open: To the people mentioned
Annie woke with a start. She’d been having odd cramps all day, but they hadn’t been so bad, just enough to make her flinch for a minute before she kept going. She still had a family to take care of, and she wasn’t due for weeks yet, so she assumed it was something along the lines of the killer backache and meat cravings she’d been having, but this was worse, much worse.
“Mitchell?” She was sure she was screaming, but the sound seemed to come out as a whimper. God this hurt. She dragged herself out of bed, walking always cleared the back pain, but this time it just bought on new pain.
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Mitchell woke up startled. The image of Malcolm juggling teddy bears - teddy bears that were bleeding from their muzzles - vanished. “Wha-?” he asked, as he recognised Annie’s voice. His mind was too sleepy and confused to make out any sense of what was happening around him. He was still halfway stuck in the dream - what the fuck?! Slowly, he blinked and pushed himself up. “Annie? You okay?”
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“No...I think Ash is coming, but it’s too soon.” Annie blew out a breath, trying to remember all the birthing stuff that she’d seen on youtube. “Hurts Mitchell...Oh....”
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“Wha-?" Mitchell repeated intelligently. It was one of these questions that wasn't meant as one. It was a pure statement of surprise and an opportunity for his mind to catch up. Suddenly, he was awake. "Yeah, okay, yeah." He scrambled out of bed. "I'll wake up, George."
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“Baby, Mitchell...Call Watson...NOW!” Annie clutched at the bedclothes, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake Sophia.
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“I’m up I’m up!” George shouted from his bed, jumping up from dead sleep. He had kept his bedroom door open since Nina had gone. Just in case. He donned his night clothes. Trousers inside out, teeshirt backward, skidding into the room.
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“George...too early...” Annie groaned, reaching for Mitchell’s hand. “She’s too early.” She was desperately fighting tears.
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"George?" Mitchell shouted. "Look after Annie. I call Watson." He rather actively solved the problem than calm someone down. George - even though usually not the calmest - was good at showing support. He turned to his wife. "Stay here, George will look after you."
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Annie nodded, biting down on a pained laugh j she saw how their best friend looked after dressing in a rush. She held out her hand to him, her favourite werewolf, the only other person she could really trust. “We can do this, right?”
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George took her hand and eased down beside her. “Yes, we can do this. You’ll be fine. She’s just impatient. Do you remember the breathing bit? Whenever it hurts, we’ll do that, yeah?”
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Mitchell was nearly out of the door when he noticed that something was wrong. He had the perfect remark on his lips but he bit it down. Getting help was more important. His feet jumped down the stairs to reach the phone that he had left in the living room.
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“Impatient, we don’t have a proper...hospital...” Annie murmured, trying not to sob.
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“Hey it’s proper enough, better than anything back home.” Except they didn’t have Nina now. “The doctors here are pretty brilliant, you’ll be alright. One of the doctors here was the one that delivered Eve.” Even if Bruce didn’t remember doing it. “Do you want to go to hospital now? I have a car outfront.” George promised.
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“I want Watson...and you have to make sure Mitchell stays with me as long as he can...” Annie said softly. “I need him.”
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“Yes yes, of course we can… Um here then?” George didn’t wait for her answer before he called in a rather high pitched, slightly panicked, tone. “MITCHELL! Get up here!” Then back to Annie. “I’ll-i’ll… Go boil some water, and get fresh linens, and and and um yes.”
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“Why am I the fucking calm one?” Annie ground out through clenched teeth. “You are not leaving me, do you hear me?”
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“No no, of course not. But when Mitchell comes back up, I mean, if you’re having it right here, right now, it needs to be sterilized. And and and…” George’s voice broke pitch often, between a bit of a high pitch, and his calm, or attempted calm, timbre. He took a deep breath. “Things have to be made ready.” Calm he was going to be calm.
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“George, you met her, you know we’ll be OK.” Annie murmured
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Mitchell had just answered John when he heard George call out. “Fuck, yeah, I’m coming, George,” he shouted upwards. He dashed up the stairs again, listening to John on the other line. George’s tone didn’t sound good and there were two options: either George was just being George or things had gotten worse.
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“Hurry!” George called. He didn’t know how close Annie was. He didn’t want anything to go wrong. And as things were nothing was ready. “I know I know you’ll be okay, but… but..” Things happened, all the time. He didn’t want to say that out loud. But it was there. He didn’t want anything to go wrong…
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“It’s too early...Too...” Annie squeezed her brown eyes shut, trying not to sob, people gave birth all the time, without fuss. “Mitchell...George...I can’t do this.”
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Mitchell jumped the last few steps to the upstairs bedrooms. “Yeah, we are.” He turned to his wife. “Watson’s coming. Don’t panic. Everything is okay,” he said as much to calm Annie down as much as himself. “Please, hurry, John.”
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George moved a few steps toward the bed, then moved back toward the door, then back toward the bed. Before he stopped. Put his hands down by his sides palms facing the floor, he took a few deep breaths. “Okay, alright. Things we need things. I’m going to go get them, and I’ll be right back.” It was too early. He’d thought there were weeks left at least, to pack a bag, to do things that needed done. “Take the blankets off the bed Mitchell. If she’s going to have Ash here they’ll just be in the way. I’ll get fresh, and other things so it’s all sterile.” Or at least clean.
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Annie reached for her husband, her brown eyes locked with his. “She’s too early....”
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"Cheers, man!" Mitchell said to Watson before he put the phone back into his pockets. "Yeah, yeah, okay..." He gave Annie a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay. Watson is on his way. He's a good doctor." He let her go again so he could start to tug the blankets and sheets off the bed.