CHASE
"Give me something!" Ashley sobbed, thrashing against the crisp white sheets. Her face soaked in sweat, and her blonde hair clung to her forehead in wet strands. "Please, make it stop!"
"It is too late for pain medication, Ashley," Vance told her, grabbing a sterile blue drape. "The baby is already in the birth canal. We have to get him out."
I stood frozen by the edge of the bed, terrified of the blaring alarms and the sheer amount of blood.
"Chase!" she screamed, reaching a trembling hand out blindly toward my chest.
Stepping forward, I grabbed her fingers and leaned over the metal guardrail. "I am right here. Look at me. Just breathe."
"It feels like I am being ripped apart," she cried, crushing my knuckles until my joints popped. "I cannot do this. I am going to die."
"Yes
