Stolas, how are they doing? Do you think maybe they can slow or stop labor for a while? Give her more of a fighting chance
Blitzø: *Grimacing in pain as he clutches his stomach, his tail thrashing behind him.* Damn it, Stolas, I don't need a hospital! I'm fine! Just a little fall!*
Stolas: *carrying Blitzø* Blitzy, you’re not fine! You’re leaking fluids, and your stomach is hurting. We need to make sure everything is alright with the baby. *turns to the medical staff* Help! He needs a doctor! I think he’s in premature labor*
Blitzø: *Jerks away from Stolas' touch as they step into the hospital, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the medical staff approaching.* I told you I don't need doctors! Get off me! *He hisses, swatting away a nurse who tries to guide him to a wheelchair, his movements frantic*
Nurse: *Maintaining a calm and professional demeanor despite Blitzø's outburst* Sir, we need to get you into a room so we can examine you and make sure your baby is okay. Please, let us help you.
Blitzø: *Gritting his teeth, his voice growing more desperate as he backs away, refusing to sit down.* No! I hate hospitals, I hate doctors, and I’m not letting you stick me with anything! I’m fine!" *His hands grip his stomach as another wave of pain washes over him, but he refuses to show weakness.*
Stolas: *Steps in front of Blitzø, gently cupping his face to get his attention, his voice soft but firm* Blitzø, I know you hate this, but I’m scared for you and our baby. Please, let them check you out. I’m right here with you, okay? I won’t leave your side."
Blitzø: *His eyes meet Stolas', seeing the genuine fear in them. His resolve starts to crumble, but he still hesitates, his voice barely a whisper* Fine but I’m not happy about it.
Stolas: *Nods, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Blitzø's forehead.* I know, my love.
Blitzø: *Takes a shaky breath, his grip on Stolas tightening as he finally allows himself to be guided to the wheelchair*
Nurse: *Gently begins to push the wheelchair toward an exam room, her voice reassuring* We’re going to take good care of you, I promise. Let’s just make sure everything is okay.
Blitzø: *Grumbles under his breath, his eyes darting around the hospital as if expecting danger at any moment. He keeps a tight hold on Stolas’ hand, refusing to let go* This better not take long... *But deep down, he’s scared, not just for himself, but for the baby too*
[Exam Room]
Blitzø: *Sitting on the examination table, his tail twitching anxiously as he keeps a death grip on Stolas’ hand.*
Doctor: *A middle-aged Imp with a calm demeanor, adjusting his gloves as he prepares for the exam.* "Alright, Blitzo, I’m just going to take a look and see what’s going on. I need you to try and relax.
Blitzø: *Scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* Oh yeah, sure, let me just relax while some stranger pokes and prods me. No big deal.
Stolas: *Stays close, his hand gently stroking Blitzø's back to keep him calm.* Blitzy, just breathe.
Doctor: *Carefully examines Blitzø, his expression growing more serious as he observes the leaking fluids and checks Blitzø’s abdomen.* Blitzø, it looks like your membranes have ruptured. This is very serious.
Blitzø: *Tenses immediately, his eyes widening in fear despite his earlier bravado.* What the hell does that mean?
Doctor: *Meets Blitzø’s gaze, his tone firm but compassionate.* It means that the sac holding your baby has broken inside of you, and you’re leaking amniotic fluid. This could lead to complications like an infection or even placental abruption, where the placenta detaches from the womb. If that happens, it could put both you and your baby in extreme danger.
Blitzø: *His bravado completely shatters, his voice trembling as he processes the gravity of the situation.* Are… are you serious? What do we do? What’s going to happen to the baby?
Stolas: *Tightens his grip on Blitzø's hand, his own fear evident but trying to stay strong for Blitzø.* What can we do to make sure they’re both okay, doctor?
Doctor: *Nods, maintaining a calm but urgent tone.* We need to monitor Blitzø closely. Depending on how much fluid he’s lost, we might need to administer fluids to keep the baby safe. We’ll also watch for any signs of infection or distress. You’ll need to stay here for observation, Blitzø, and we’ll likely need to keep you on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy.
Blitzø: *Swallows hard, his tough exterior completely gone as he clings to Stolas.* Fuck…*looks down at his belly* I… I don’t want to lose Nova!
Stolas: *Wraps his arms around Blitzø, pressing his forehead against Blitzø’s.* We’re not going to lose her, Blitzy. We’re in the best place possible for this, and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through this together, alright?
Blitzø: *Nods shakily, tears welling in his eyes but not quite falling.* Okay… okay, I trust you…
Doctor: *Gently places a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder.* You’re in good hands, Blitzø. We’ll do everything we can to keep you and your baby safe. But you have to let us help you, even if you hate hospitals. This is important.
Blitzø: *Takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He nods in acceptance*
Doctor: *Smiles reassuringly.* I’ll go make the arrangements for your stay. Excuse me *leaves the exam room.*
Stolas: *Holds Blitzø close, his own emotions swirling but determined to stay strong for him.* We’ll get through this, Blitzy. Our baby is strong, just like you. We’ll make sure they’re safe.
Blitzø: *nods quietly* Hey Stolas…if you find the bastard who pushed me…kill them for me will ya?
Stolas: No one will get away harming my family.
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