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🩸part 4/? [series masterpost]

Damiano × reader

trigger warning!! pregnancy complications

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° week 31 of your pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid sees you rushing to the hospital with an unexpected issue

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-WEEK 31 -

You hadn't told anyone that you were coming to the hospital today because you thought you didn't need anyone to tag along with you. You were so accustomed to seeing Dr Pesce for checkups that this seemed like a scenario you could handle on your own.

Even though this appointment had been made last minute, you were telling yourself it would be just as routine as all of the others. You were willing there to be nothing in today's appointment that made it any more significant than the regularly scheduled visits. Damiano was working in Los Angeles and you were hoping to have no updates to send him, not even a text message would be necessary.

You were here because you wanted her to tell you that the dark discharge you had seen in your underwear yesterday was nothing to worry about. It had appeared out of the blue. There wasn't any pain or unusual discomfort to link it to. You had done your best to stay away from Google, so set on not getting swept up in the worst case scenario.

Dr Pesce had you lay down on the exam bed, you weren't feeling as relaxed as you usually did. She had a nurse assisting her, silent and over her shoulder.

You were feeling very exposed and vulnerable with your feet separated, lifted in stirrups. Your dress was around your abdomen and your underwear tucked under yourself. It didn't matter that Pesce was gentle and the tools were all lubricated, it felt uncomfortable and alien having these things poking around in your pussy. You kept curling your hands into fists, then out again, only to repeat the process.

A monitor was beeping regularly, helping everyone in the room keep track of your baby’s heart rate. This was the only sound, aside from murmured instructions for different tools from Pesce to the nurse.

It instantly demanded all of the attention when its speed suddenly increased, sounding more like an alarm. You whipped around, looking at the monitor, even though its details weren't clear to you.

“That's not…” The nurse said quietly.

One hand went to the side of your belly, as if this would help to protect the baby. “Is something wrong?”

Pesce was looking at the monitor and frowning, retracting her hands away from your crotch. “She's in a bit of distress at the moment, something is making her heart rate drop.” She turned to the nurse, quietly giving her some kind of instruction that saw her racing from the room, leaving the door open as she went.

Your nerves were threatening to overflow and overwhelm you, the thoughts filling your head already felt like too much to deal with. Pesce got up to stand in front of the monitor, getting more information from it than you could.

“Her heart rate is really dropping.” She said, her words coming out very matter-of-fact.

“Is she gonna be okay?” You asked, your voice cracking in the last word as your throat clenched.

“We’re gonna do everything to make sure she is.” She said, barely distracted as a few new people burst into this once-peaceful room. “We’ll do an emergency c-section so that we can get her out and have greater ability to help her heart.”

“What?” You asked but she had already turned away.

She was talking to the other staff members, a couple of them were wheeling in a gurney. Pesce quickly shared the important information with them. You couldn’t keep up with what she was saying, the numbers that you heard didn’t mean anything to you.

In your fear, you felt small and ineffectual. You wrapped your arms defensively around your tummy. Holding your arms almost around your daughter didn’t feel any different to how it usually did. There weren’t any sensations that hinted at trouble - a complete separation from the energy of everyone else in the room.

“No, it’s too early. It’s too early for her.” You said. The clenching of your throat kept you from projecting your voice and being heard.

You were meant to be pregnant for the next two months, at least.

You had assumed that everything would be fine once the first trimester was over. Damiano, the vamps who worked for him and your friends had been looking out for you, taking such good care of you.

Even with all of this support, you hadn’t been able to keep your baby safe. You could only feel like a failure. It didn’t make sense that you could screw this up. Were you just destined to ruin everything that you came across?

You didn’t know if the baby would be able to survive if they went through with cutting her out of you today. Were her lungs fully developed yet, what about her other vital organs? If she did live, how much of her life would be spent attached to medical machines?

The little life that you had been carrying around with you now seemed so breakable. All of the worst case scenarios occurred to you with vivid images, fraught scenes that felt real enough for you to step into. And maybe you would soon be actually walking into them.

You hadn’t recognised that you had begun to cry until you felt the tears wetting both of your cheeks. You wished to protect your baby, but you were powerless to do that.

“We’re gonna need you to stand up and move to this bed.” One of the people clad in scrubs said to you. Their tone was kind, probably something they had perfected - but you were too stressed to feel any kind of comfort. “Can you do that, sweetheart?”

They offered their hand and you held onto it tightly. Your movements happened thanks to muscle memory, you were too overwhelmed to put any thought into getting your feet on the ground or anything beyond that.

You placed yourself on the gurney, one arm still wrapped around your belly. You had barely had time to swing your legs up onto the bed before it started to move. The team of complete strangers were rushing you out of the room. Once you were in the bright hallway, they began to run, powering the gurney in a new direction. At least you could have your legs together, out of those stirrups, now.

“Is your emergency contact up to date?” One of the women at your side asked. “Sebastian, that’s who you want us to call?”

“Yes, but I think- he’s probably at work.” You were unsure of the words as you said them because your perceptions felt so wrong. You couldn’t properly keep track of what was happening around you, there was too much going on for you to comprehend. Everything was getting lost to the emotions.

“Do you have any allergies?” She asked next.

“No.”

“When was the last time you ate today?” She asked.

“Um…” You shut your eyes, blocking out all of the things flashing past as you tried to concentrate. “I’m not- I don’t really remember…” It seemed so insignificant. “I guess it was breakfast.”

You opened your eyes because it felt like everything had become frozen around you. You found that your bed was now inside of an elevator. The team still surrounded you, that woman continuing to ask you what seemed like the most pointless questions.

The team was sharing information amongst each other, using a shorthand that made things even harder to follow. But you could understand what OR meant. Every reference to it filled you with dread.

But you didn’t have the strength to argue against their decision to take you there. You were becoming numb as the elevator doors opened and you were whisked forward again. You didn’t have it in you to hope for your daughter to survive this operation - it was the least likely scenario playing in your head.

The end of the gurney pushed wide double doors open and you were taken into a new room. It looked just like one of the surgery scenes in Grey’s Anatomy - this time you were the star.

A different member of the team came closer, initiating eye contact. “I’m just gonna have another check of baby’s heart before we switch you over to the operating bed, okay?”

You let your arm drop from your tummy and you looked away. Through a little window, you could see some of the team scrubbing their hands with soap. They were accompanied by a couple of new people. Watching them was easier than seeing the look on this person’s face when they discovered your baby’s heart had entirely stopped.

“Hmm.” You didn’t care to interpret the meaning of their sound.

They took their stethoscope away from your tummy and walked away. You heard their footsteps on the linoleum floors but you didn’t pay any further attention to what they were doing. You kept them out of your line of sight.

When you heard a nearby machine beeping in a consistent and predictable rhythm, you assumed this was your own heart rate. With no alarms sounding, it hardly seemed worth noticing. But of course the doctors would need to keep track of it.

“She’s stabilizing.” They said then they raised their voice, projecting to their colleagues on the other side of the glass. “Hey! Baby’s okay, her heart rate has picked up.”

The responding voice was muffled. “What?”

You whipped around, sitting forward a little. The monitor making this regular sound looked identical to what had been in Dr Pesce’s room. A cord ran from it to your bed, going up to the fabric belt you had forgotten was wrapped around your tummy.

“She’s okay?” You asked, daring to start feeling hope again.

They showed you a smile and turned the monitor so you could see. “Yep. Check it out, a perfectly healthy heart rate.”

The relief was so swift that it didn’t feel real - none of this did. But as you stared at the green lines on the screen, it was continuously affirmed to you that this was reality.

You could let all of the stress and dread wash out of you. You let go of the image of Damiano so furious and disappointed in you. You stopped yourself from picturing what it would be like to go back into your apartment with a flat belly and no baby.

A smile lifted the corners of your mouth and you placed an arm around your tummy, hugging it again. And you could continue to enjoy its fullness for weeks to come.

Some of the other doctors came rushing in, filling the room with a lot of activity. They quickly exchanged information, making decisions faster than you could keep up with.

But you didn’t need to keep up with anything. You could hear the heart monitor beeping at a regular rhythm and all discussions of an operation had halted. You had no reason to worry.

A few of them had gathered in front of the monitor, watching what had interrupted their pre-surgery hand washing. Two of them were confused while the third looked relieved as they kept talking.

“Baby is totally fine…” “Didn’t see that one coming…” “How does that happen…” “Literally, what the Hell…” “I’ve heard about this…” “Lucky…” “So lucky…”

The doctor who had stayed with you while all of the others prepped, turned to you again, still smiling. “She’s doing well. We aren’t exactly sure what happened but it’s good, it’s very good. We’ve paged your doctor and she’ll be here very soon to explain how we’re gonna be monitoring you and baby while we get to the bottom of this. Can I get you anything right now?”

“No, no I'm okay.” You said as you kept your arm around your tummy. You leaned back, the firm gurney feeling more comfortable now. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, not feeling any more excess moisture pricking your eyes.

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“They didn't cover something like this in Grey's Anatomy.” Sebastian told you. He had finally sat down in the chair beside your bed, after anxiously pacing around as you explained the minor emergency to him.

You were feeling better than before, especially now that it was just the two of you in this hospital suite. The monitor tracking your baby's heart rate wasn't providing any distractions as it remained predictable. You could almost forget about the setting and just feel like you were having a regular hang out with your best friend.

“Maybe they did, but it got overshadowed by McYummy getting stuck in an elevator with someone.” You said.

“There is no McYummy.” He informed you. “So, after two days, if the baby stays relaxed, they'll let you go home and everything should stay fine?”

“Yep, that’s the plan. And they’re gonna keep me pumped up with antibiotics and steroids while I’m here to make sure that happens.” You said, calmly relaying what Dr Pesce had told you.

“Steroids? Are you gonna get ‘roid rage?” He asked.

“Probably, with all of my other raging hormones, let’s just add that to the pile.” You said.

He edged forward in his seat, taking a closer look at the IV bag hanging up at your bedside. “Can I get a hit off of that before I leave? I could go to the gym and show off for the muscle gays.”

You giggled but before you could reply, a staff member came striding into the room. Their face was worry free as they checked the monitors, comparing it to whatever was in the chart. They smiled at you and, upon being posed no questions, then left the room again.

Your eyes travelled back over to Sebastian and you saw a more serious look on his face now. “What?”

“When in this process were you gonna call your baby daddy and tell him about this?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You said in a half-mumble as you lowered your eyes, now you were just looking at your belly. “I hadn’t planned on that.”

“Sweetie…” He said slowly, full of disappointment.

You turned away from him, giving the window some consideration. “He is overseas, I don’t wanna interrupt his work just to say that I had a close call. It will get him stressed out for nothing and it’s not like he can do anything to help, especially not from America.”

“Don't you think he deserves to know?” He asked.

You drew in a deep breath, reminding yourself to remain calm for the sake of your baby. “I guess I thought I would just message him once I got discharged, let the dust settle and whatnot.”

“Wouldn't he want to know?” He asked. “Granted, I don't know the guy at all, but this is his baby too.”

“I don't want to tell him how I almost fucked this whole thing up today. I almost lost his baby ‘cause I couldn't keep her safe even when she's in my body.” You said.

“But you didn't lose the baby. And it's not like you did any of this on purpose, only a heartless jackass would treat you like you're at fault.” He said.

“You just said you didn't know him at all.”

You kept your face turned away from him, staring at the light coming through the window. You wanted to blink your eyes and jump forward to the point in time when you were well enough to be discharged. The hospital wasn't home, its environment still imposed seriousness.

“I'm sorry, girl.” He said gently. “I don't wanna upset you or make you do something you don't want to. If having me here is enough for you, then that's all that matters to me.”

“I know and I know you’re right.” You said and you looked back at him just in time to see him do a little victorious fist pump. You rolled your eyes but smiled. “And I know this is a really weird and confusing situation that you have to keep dealing with, especially because you’re my emergency contact. I doubt I would have as much patience as you if the roles were reversed.”

He smiled and picked up the hand you were extending to him. “Aw, sweetie. You definitely wouldn't.”

You giggled, appreciating how he could switch back to talking and teasing you as he regularly would. It was like a break in the crashing waves of your emotions.

But it couldn’t make you forget about what you needed to do. And you figured it would be easier to face with his reliable support.

“Could you please get my phone? They put my stuff in that little cupboard over there.” You said and he stood up from the chair at once.

He didn’t check the device for any notifications as he had playfully done in the past. If he did - he would see that you had missed three calls from Damiano. The singer hadn’t left any voice messages for you, so you stuck to the plan you had already decided on, it felt better to handle this your own way.

“You have to help me figure out what I‘m gonna say to him in this message.” You said.

“Hey seems like a good starting point.” He said. “That’s where I would start.”

You had started to type, you were building the words slowly and cautiously, pausing to backspace every so often. “Right. But there should be something more than that.”

“Definitely, just don’t go into apologising in any way. You have nothing to say sorry about, so keep that out of the message.” He said. “You can just give him the facts of the situation without portraying yourself as a failure. Because you’re not a failure.”

The smile you put on your face felt uncomfortable and you didn’t raise your eyes from your phone. “Thanks, bae.”

You looked up when he placed his hand over yours. “Hey, you’re not a failure. And I’m gonna annoy you with that fact as much as I need to.”

Your smile got a little less strained. “You were annoying me before you started saying-...”

Your teasing was interrupted by the loud trilling of your phone. You looked at the screen and found Damiano’s name attached to the incoming call. You showed Sebsatian as you attempted to prepare yourself for what mood Damiano might be in.

“Absolutely no apologising.” He said sternly, gesturing with his index finger.

You nodded and cleared your throat. You pressed the green icon and started lifting the phone to your ear. Your eyes went to the monitor and you were able to gain some solace from how regular your baby's heartbeat currently was.

“Are you feeling extra sleepy today, little girl?” He asked, sounding sweet for now.

“Huh?”

“You were taking a nap, that’s why you missed my calls, I’m not mad about it.” He said. “And you’ve only just woken up now, I can hear it in your voice. Please tell me what that aggravating beeping in the background is.”

You briefly bit on your lower lip. “Well…”

“Are you at the hospital?” He asked, then didn’t give you the opportunity to reply. “You didn’t have an appointment today.”

“No, I didn’t. This was an emergency kinda thing…”

“Emergency?” He loudly repeated.

“Everything is fine now. We’re both totally okay, there was a little issue but it’s all resolved. That beeping you hear is her perfectly normal heart rate.” You explained in a rush.

He tensely said your name, making it sound like a warning. “What is going on?”

You tried to take in a deep breath, but it shook. Sebastian had moved, sitting himself on the bed with you. You took his hand as soon as he offered it and you squeezed it as you prepared to experience all of the emotions again upon recounting the day.

You weren’t used to hearing Damiano sound so worried. Something completely beyond his control had happened.

You felt guilt. As you spoke, you discovered there was no way to minimise what had happened.

“I'm coming back.” This was his statement once you had finished explaining.

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