Delivering
Noah POV "AAAHHHH" Another contraction. "Breath, 1 puff , 2 puffs, and 3 puffs." We are standing on the stairs. Going up, while Conan discuss with Mike through whispers what will be needed and prepared. Even though I didn't move in enough speed for him. I am not that retarded to even consider opening up this woman with a kitchen knife. "Ahum, Conan. Didn't you grab some stuff from your clinic before leaving?" "Damm you are right." He rubs the behind of his head, clearly embarrassed. And thats her only hope? Well I wouldn't feel too confident if I were her. But the only thing she looks to be occupied with is screaming with every contraction. As her puffs become heavier I assume she will have one again. "Let it all out girl." Encouraging her. "AAHHh" "AAAAHHHH" I scream with her
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