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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 22:05:09 GMT -5
Flanna was having trouble keeping calm, unable to keep her breathing at a steady rate. She hoped the doctor got there soon and she prayed that the baby would be okay and that it was all in her head. Another pain came and she death gripped the side of the bed. "Where's my husband?" she asked urgently. "And someone needs to keep an eye on Max..."
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 22:16:03 GMT -5
"Someone said he's on his way" the guy across the hall came over to watch Max.
Max stared at him, "Your nose is funny..." he said.
The guy frowned.
Damon came barreling up the stairs of the apartment complex, stopping at the top to catch his breath and running into the room, "DID I MISS IT?!"
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 22:31:36 GMT -5
"You made it," Flanna said in a semi-relieved voice, reaching her hand out for her husband's. She had broken out into a cold sweat, breathing heavily. "I think...I think something's-" she broke off, crying out as the worst pain yet came on.
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 22:36:13 GMT -5
Damon took her hand, "It'll be alright love..ya can do this..." he said, smiling at he reassuringly.
"why's your nose so big?" Max asked the guy playing blocks with him.
"My nose ain't big..." the guy retorted.
"Da says Jewish people have big noses..." Max said matter of factly.
The guy just rolled his eyes.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 23:33:15 GMT -5
Flanna concentrated on her breathing, trying not to think about the pain.
Finally, the doctor arrived, rushing in and looking slightly disheveled. He didn't waste any time in tending to Flanna. "Alrigh' now, you're almost ready, jus' focus on breathin'. Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale..."
Flanna did as she was told, squeezing Damon's hand as another contraction came on.
While he waited for her dilation to reach the required point to push, he felt of her stomach to see if he could tell what position the baby was in. "He's all set. Now when I say push..."
Flanna waited anxiously.
"PUSH!" the doctor finally said.
Flanna pushed with all of her might one....two...three...four times before she heard the cry of the baby, music to her ears.
"Congratulations. It's a boy." the doctor said, wrapping the tiny baby in a blanket and handing him to her.
Flanna gazed down at the small boy, her eyes misty. "Terrence...Keith...Conlon..." she said between breaths. "How does that sound?" she looked at Damon, but before he even had time to answer, the pain stabbed through her abdomen like a knife. She cried out again, blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She handed the baby to Damon, her breath becoming ragged.
The doctor cut the cord and rushed Damon out of the room with the baby. "She's got internal bleeding somewhere I've got to hurry..." he shut the door and hurried back over to Flanna.
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 23:38:21 GMT -5
"Sounds great t'me..." Damon felt his heart drop when he saw the blood, getting shoved out of the room holding the baby, he just stood there, staring at the closed door, Terrence crying in his arms.
Max got up, going over to his dad to peek at his brother, then started at the door, "Is she gunna be ok?" he asked, looking worried cause his dad did.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2012 23:44:54 GMT -5
It was almost fifteen minutes before the doctor came out, pulling Damon aside and speaking in a low tone so that Max couldn't hear. "I'm sorry sir. I've done everythin' I could, but she was bleedin' before I ever even got here. She's lost too much, there's no time to get her to a hospital. I gave her something for the pain. All we can do now is make her as comfortable as possible. She asked for you and the boys." He bowed his head sadly, standing aside so they could enter the room Flanna was in.
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2012 23:53:15 GMT -5
Damon laid Terrence in the cradle, picking Max up and toting him in there to Flanna, trying not to cry for Max, "Hey love..." he said, smiling at her like nothing was wrong.
Max crawled onto the bed next to his mother, "Mam I gots a little brother..." he said, smiling at her.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 21, 2012 0:01:47 GMT -5
"Believe me, I know," Flanna said, smiling and laughing weakly at her husband and then at her son. She was pale and shaking, pressing a handkerchief to her mouth every once in a while to keep Max from seeing the blood. "I love you both so much." she hugged Max close and gently squeezed Damon's hand. "Damon could you bring the baby in here please?" She looked into his eyes, the meaning of her expression clear. She wanted to spend as much time with them as she had left.
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Post by Race on Jan 21, 2012 0:06:44 GMT -5
Damon disappeared and came back with the baby, he handed it to her.
Max peered over as his dad handed his new baby brother to his mom. "I'mma be a good brother," he said, "I'mma take care of him," he smiled at his mother.
Damon teared up, not able to hold them back anymore, "I love you too..." he said, his voice cracking.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 21, 2012 0:31:38 GMT -5
While Damon was out of the room, Flanna turned to Max and said quietly. "Max, I need you to promise me something... I need you to always watch over you little brother, no matter what happens. I want you two to look after each other. Can you do that for me?" She smiled as he said that he would "be a good brother" and "take care of him," gently touching his cheek. "I know you will." Taking the baby, she smiled at Damon, tears clouding her vision as she saw him tear up. She used every ounce of strength she had left to sit up and give Damon one final kiss and kiss both of the boys on the forehead, easing back down onto the bed, exhausted. "Be brave, my loves." she said to all three of them. A single tear drop flooeded down her cheek as she whispered to the baby. "And I love you too, child."
Terrence opened up his big round eyes and peered up at her, and then over at Max, reaching a small hand out to his brother.
In the next second, every muscle that was tensed up against the pain relaxed and Flanna went limp, her eyes closing, the baby lying between her and Max on the bed.
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Post by Race on Jan 22, 2012 23:35:31 GMT -5
~THREE YEARS LATER~
The six year old stared out the window, bright blue eyes watching all the people on the street, keeping an eye out for the head he didn't want to see. His dad had went out to the pub early that morning, leaving him with his three year old brother.
For the past three years his dad had been there more than anywhere else, each trip making him meaner. It'd start out just him loosing his temper, but last year it came to blows, tell the lady you ran into the door Max, tell him that you fell down the stairs. All the same, none of it the truth. Max had yelled at him, asking where his dad went, and all he'd gotten back was
"HE'S DEAD LIKE YOUR MOTHER!"
Then more yelling, Max scooting Terrence into their room to keep from hearing it, he had told his mother he'd protect his brother, and he was.
Damon still wasn't sure what started the drinking, he didn't care anymore, nothing processed, just that his wife was gone. It didn't even process the first time he struck out at Max, and the next time after that. He'd thrown all their money away at the pub, not caring, barely making the rent, selling furniture, everything just to keep the booze coming and a roof over his head. He'd spent nights in the gutter, too drunk to make it home. He slept most of the time now, even if he got the littlest sober, he'd drink it away again. He'd lost the job at the shipping yards, two weeks after when he came in drunk and nearly killed a guy. Nothing mattered anymore.
Damon staggered up the stairs, leaning against the wall next to the door to the apartment fo his bearings. He came in, stared at Max by the window, then stormed back to his room, passing out on the bed.
Max stood there, terrified, then breathed when his dad went to his room. He ran into the bedroom he shared with his brother, checking on him, "Whatcha doin' Ter?" he asked, putting on a smile for his little brother.
((*le fall over* I GOTS TEH DESKTOP FOR ONCE ^O^))
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 23, 2012 0:12:03 GMT -5
Terrence leapt off his bed, a feather he had found somewhere sticking straight up from his hair. "I'm a indian Max! The cowboys took all our stuffs an' I gotta get it back!"
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Post by Race on Jan 23, 2012 0:13:53 GMT -5
Max stared, "You been inta Da's booze again?" he asked,a slight amused look on his face.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 23, 2012 0:35:21 GMT -5
"Nah, that stuff tastes funny." Terrence said, crinkling his nose. "An' it made me frow up. Dey took all thuh aminals an' da girls an' tried t'make 'um do work an' stuff! Dey can keep thuh girls, but we gotta have our horses back for huntin'!"
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