The doctor stood near the foot of Moon's bed. Moon clung to Storm's arm. With panic evident on her face. As another wave of pain overtook her. She panted and gasped for air. Sweat glistened on her pale face. As she rode the pain of yet another contraction. Storm stepped in between her and the doctor. Blocking his view. "What do you mean?" Storm demanded. The doctor took a step back. "Your babies are in distress, sir." He said nervously. And their heart rates are dropping. They are in a breech birth position. We need to do an emergency cesarean section. What's position is that? Storm asked. The babies are trying to come feet first. Which could put the three of them at risk. The doctor explained the risk. Both listened intently. Turning, Storm looked back at Moon. Her shoulders
