Chapter 11
Rebirth
“Nurse!… get the blood, stat! We’re losing her!” The urgency in his voice was palpable as he gestured emphatically towards the crash cart.
“Doctor, she has a rare type… K Negative,” the nurse responded, her voice tight with concern as she checked the label on the blood bag. “It’s the last unit we have in the fridge.”
I entered the world silently, or rather, re-entered. My senses were overloaded, my mind struggling to process the chaos around me. “Push…doctor! Her heart is failing!” the attending physician barked, his face slick with sweat. I was too stunned at this event to even bother crying. The pain between my legs was unforgivable.
I may have died at the age of sixty-three, but I was a virgin. It’s not like I wanted to remain that way but life was funny and time seemed to be faster than expected.
Imagine someone like me did not even eat meat but I’m in such a situation.
Did I kill off too many characters in the past?
Could I not become dust and my soul scatter?
Now I am giving birth upon arrival.
Who did I offend? Tell me, ‘cause I am one million percent confused to death right now.
I scraped my brain, trying to figure out which book it was that I arrived in exactly and wanted to bite my tongue and commit suicide. “Doctor, the patient’s heart rate has skyrocketed!” a panicked voice cut through my mental fog.
“Alright administer the TMA, two amps!” the doctor ordered, his eyes glued to the monitor displaying my erratic vitals.
“Doctor, she is—” the same nurse started to say, but the doctor cut her off.
“Shut up! If it was not for that family would…” The words trailed off, replaced by a grimace and a shake of his head. Right, I remember this damn book’s name now! I tasted bile in the back of my throat.
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No!
why?
this damn book has the most plot holes!
Ahhhhh!!!
I was so traumatised I passed out for a minute but felt suddenly energized and woke up moments later and continued to push. My body thrummed with a strange, adrenaline-fueled energy.
“That’s it, good job miss Mi!” I wanted to pass out again but then a flash of memory appeared and biting my tongue I continued. I clenched my eyes shut, focusing on the task at hand.
In the damn book, that bitch had said my son was not my son and the original owner died not reconciled but then she switched again and said it was mine. The plot twist that made absolutely no sense.
Who knew the truth but I will not take my eyes off this little parasite when I gave birth! I was determined to protect myself and this child from whatever madness awaited us.
“Doctor her heart rate!”
“Miss Mi it is ok, just push when you feel…” I zoned out the nurse as the others were in a flurry around me secretly hoping to die on this damn bed but I didn’t really want to. The sweet release of death beckoned, but a stubborn part of me refused to give in.
“I can see the shoulders now, miss Mi just one more push,” The doctor encouraged, sweat dripping from his brow onto his surgical mask.
I gritted my teeth and pushed again, wanting to scream but wanted to conserve my energy more. My muscles screamed in protest, but I pushed through the pain.
“Doctor, she has stabilized,” The nurse announced, a collective sigh of relief rippling through the room.
“Alright, hurry up!”
Ahhhh!
It was a book for crying out loud and the characters were fake! Why use me? Was it because I wrote it? Was this some twisted form of authorial accountability?
I continued to push feeling the thing exiting and wetness, then a low cry. A tiny, weak sound that sent a strange wave of emotion through me.
“Congratulations, you are a mother and you have a healthy baby boy.” The doctor said, his voice surprisingly gentle.
I blinked, confused by this. Mother? Me? In this ridiculous situation?
What congratulations? I can’t even remember how the little parasite was made in the first place furthermore appreciate giving birth to it. Now this stupid nurse will come to me and say; congratulations, with a smile? Like I’d just won the lottery instead of being forcibly inserted into a plot-hole ridden nightmare.
A while later, a red ugly child was presented to me. He was swaddled in a thin, white blanket. I stared at it feeling zero attachment to this tiny life in front of me, I don’t want it thank you. I felt nothing but a hollow emptiness.
Unfortunately, this body was mine so the thing was mine, it was better to let that bitch have it so I will grudgingly keep it. I couldn’t abandon this child, not even in this crazy situation.
I made a weak gesture as the nurse stepped forward, I looked at the little parasite closely seeing the eyes were a beautiful gold, it had a soft head of hair, the lips were full and cute with a small nose, the child was a bit long and the size was a little plump. No wonder giving birth was hard, he seemed to be a big child almost five kilos.
Lifting my gaze, now extremely cold I looked at the middle aged nurse and decided to give her a few words.
“Watch my child properly, you can’t afford the consequences if any mishaps occur.” I threatened then I passed out.
I never want to again!
I had always wanted a child yes, but the pain… No more! Don’t want!
When I awoke again I was in a room, it was simply decorated but spacious, the bed was also a fair size and the air smelled clean.
I frowned, the book details I remember only the birth part because I had to spend three days doing research and she was the only character from the fifty-one books I have written who gave birth to a child and it was my first novel. The vividness of that research now felt like a cruel joke.
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