An Unexpected Protector

The pain seared through my lower stomach and into my crotch like someone had stabbed me. The tightening that came in waves started to attack my back and moved into my stomach pretty quickly and was like waves crashing against the sand. I wanted to scream but opening my mouth nothing came out. The sweat was dripping from my forehead while the people around me were placing cold damp cloth against it, much to my relief. The nurses and doctors were running around me calm and collected with a male doctor barking out instruction to everyone. The room smelled of anti-septic and the walls were a washed out white sort of colour. There was meant to be some kind of cheerfulness and positive energy that comes from this space inside a hospital but why did I feel like this was the end of the road for me. The floor was a grey colour and the ceiling was made from polystyrene squares that I just tried to keep focusing on. The lights were too bright for my eyes and  with each wave of pain it dominated my entire being. In those moments I swear it stretched into infinity. I could feel the dizziness start to take my consciousness but I had to try and stay awake. I had to fight. When the pain passed it was on for a minute or so and I had to tell myself to keep breathing and re-engage with everything that was happening around me. This was not just for me anymore. This was for my unborn child. “The contractions are a minute apart” The doctor told a nurse next to him. “She is not dilated enough and is losing to much blood.” As the next contraction hit me like a brick and started to pulsate through me the door to the delivery room swung open with a sense of entitlement that could have only come from one person. The tall slender frame walked in as if she owned the room.I recognised her instantly and my heart sank. I knew why she was there and I wanted to run away and hide.  “What is happening?” She demanded. “The Brandon family is expecting a child from me.”  I stretched and gently grabbed the hand that was within my reach. “Blair help......me” I signed. I had lost the ability to speak when I was a child. I’d had an infection when I was 4 that caused my vocal cords to become paralysed so I use sign language to be able to communicate. I was finding it difficult to stay awake and finding it even more difficult to raise my hands to be able to talk with the girl that was meant to be like a sister to me. Panic started to course through me as well as the pain. Why was this happening to me? “Of course sweetie.” She told me through the sneer that she held on to her face. “If you give birth to this baby...... “Miss Dorian she’s bleeding out.” The doctor interrupted “We need you to leave.” Blair looked around the room with a look of sheer terror. “What?” She shouted. I was trying to stop myself from falling into the black hole of unconsciousness. I watched as she looked around the room and picked up a scalpel that was on the doctor’s table next to him.  “Since she can’t have a natural birth.” She told him with an evil glint in her eye. “Do you whatever you have to, to save the baby. It doesn’t matter about her.” “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked her, I needed to try and keep myself awake and give birth to my baby and hide somewhere that she and my dad were never going to find me.  “Why?” She laughed. “Your baby belongs to me. The name of Mrs Hunter Matthews also belongs to me. No one will notice as you drift off into oblivion.”  “Doctor, her skin is going grey.” The nurse chimed in as I felt all of the blood drain from face and it felt like my stomach was about to empty its contents all over my cousin’s new Louis Vuitton shoes. The nausea slowly crept from my stomach to my head and as my heart started to race with the stress it became harder for me to stay conscious.  I could hear the machines around me protesting what my body was doing. It felt like my heart stopped beating as I fell into the dark abyss. I had no choice but to fall into the darkness and let it waft over me.