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Post by Liam on May 30, 2008 9:54:44 GMT -5
*He couldn't hold back a snort of laughter as they entered the great hall, where a pile of luggage was waiting. The huge oak door was open, and one of the cars was waiting outside. Some of the luggage had already been loaded into the trunk by Robert and the driver.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 30, 2008 9:56:29 GMT -5
*Sorcha got into the car and slid over so Liam could get in, too.*
"This is SO cool, considering I'm still from the 19th century!"
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Post by Liam on May 30, 2008 10:02:06 GMT -5
"Technically so am I, but my parents were married in the 1920's, so... CARS!"
*He hopped in the car and the driver closed the door behind him. Once all the luggage was in, the engine revved up and off they went. The driver, having worked for them for a long time, was far more polite about the whole thing.* "Egypt, sir? What a fascinating choice for a honeymoon."
"What? Oh, yes Jenkins, very fascinating."
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Post by Sorcha on May 30, 2008 11:00:37 GMT -5
*Sorcha squeezed Liam's hand, excited.*
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Post by Liam on May 30, 2008 11:01:23 GMT -5
((To a traaain!))
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 22:32:09 GMT -5
***POP GOES THE REDHEAD***
((Continued from The Woodpile))
Sorcha tried to relax, keeping a death-grip on Liam's hand as she lay propped up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and reminding herself how many times her mother had done this.
"Hell, I was born in the god-damn WASH-HOUSE," she muttered to herself, feeling her urge to curse rising.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 22:35:56 GMT -5
*Liam had chosen not to wear a hole through the library carpet (or, more likely, Sorcha had made the choice for him by death-gripping his hand). That meant he was here, with no idea what to do, still in his riding boots with trapdoor debris in his hair, holding her hand in both of his and rubbing circles on the back.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 22:38:31 GMT -5
Within several seconds of her initial respite, another contraction hit her, and without thinking, she screamed, blindly. The white-hot pain abated what seemed like an eternity later, and she gasped for air.
"...it's...not supposed to be like this...is it? This is too fast...it's too soon," she whispered roughly.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 22:42:05 GMT -5
*He took that as rhetorical because he had no idea what the answer was supposed to be. The doctor finally arrived, and a few attendants bustled into the room after him to set up.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 23:00:36 GMT -5
The doctor quickly examined Sorcha, and shook his head.
"...the baby is breech. Her body is trying, but...nothing's moving. To force anything at this point would put both in peril. We must wait until she's more dilated--a few hours, perhaps, and then, perhaps, I can--"
"FUCK THE FUCKING DILATION YOU COCKSUCKING QUACK!" spat Sorcha. Her growl became a wail as she convulsed in the grip of another contraction. "...do something..." she whimpered.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 23:09:37 GMT -5
*Seeing his wife--not only his wife, but his childhood friend, love of his life, etc, Sorcha--in pain upset Liam. Usually, he was quite easygoing and cheerful but these were not usual circumstances. He stood, quiet and tall and large and intimidating.*
"I suggest you do as my wife says, sir, or a specialist from London will take your place and your paycheck before you can blink." *With that he returned to her side, murmuring into her ear.* "Would you like me to have someone phone the London doctor?"
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 23:13:50 GMT -5
The doctor dragged Liam aside, and spoke so that Sorcha could not hear.
"Paycheck be damned, man, you'd best send for whatever skill can be got. The child could be struggling to breathe, and she risks a uterine rupture with the kind of pain she's in. Without a specialist, both will die."
Turning back to Sorcha, he went to his kit and began to prepare an injection that would at least dull the pain for a little while, working quickly while Sorcha dug ragged tears into the bedsheets with her fingernails, quietly sobbing to herself.
"...I want my mother..." she cried softly.
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 23:23:39 GMT -5
*Now Liam's face was sheet-white as well. He pointed at one of the attendants, a maid who was fetching supplies.* "You. Get my mother to phone a specialist, preferably close by, and fetch my mother-in-law." *She nodded and hesitated.* "Now!"
*Back to Sorcha.* "There's a specialist coming. You're going to be just fine."
*As luck would have it, there was a London doctor taking the water in Bath, three hours away. It was the closest his mother could think of, and it was a small miracle there was someone closer than six-hours-East London.*
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Post by Sorcha on Jul 2, 2009 23:31:51 GMT -5
***TWO HOURS LATER***
Kathy placed a cool cloth on Sorcha's brow, keeping up a stream of gentle Gaelic words and snatches of lullabies as her daughter alternately cursed, raged and cried as the injection did little to dull the pain, instead leaving her only half-delerious, her gaze blank and glassy, signifying that while she felt all the pain of her present situation, she may be spared remembering it, later.
Dark purple smudges below her hollow eyes stood out starkly against her pale, clammy skin as she tried to sit up, her hair a sweat-streaked tangle of frizz.
"I have to...have to push..." she moaned. "Get...get the baby out...I can't go on...it's too much..."
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Post by Liam on Jul 2, 2009 23:37:11 GMT -5
"Sorcha, you have to wait for the doctor." *He tried to remind her. There was no moving him from his place at the seat by the bed, holding tight onto her hand and looking pale and grim and altogether utterly terrified. The only thing he could really think to do was pray that somehow, the doctor in Bath would hurry the hell up and ignore the speed limit.* "You can't push yet. Just another hour."
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