When Tohr got to the doctor, he quickly ran along side him to Bronte and Rehv's room. With his help, the got her out of the tub (which was now red with her blood), and pulled her up on to the bed. Grabbing his back, he quickly gave her a strong pain medication. "Sweetheart, you are going to feel sleepy, okay? You can close your eyes if you want," he said. Bronte nodded, tears in her eyes. She was scared to death, and she wanted Rehv. However, she knew better than to ask for him. He simply could not be in the room for this.
The doctor pulled a sheet over her top and bottom half, leaving her stomach exposed. As he began a C-section, he turned to Tohr. "Get some clean towels. Lots of them. When I hand you the baby, you need to clean her up and take her down to her father." He sounded very calm, because to him, this was expected. Catalina had a similar situation with Rehv. It was very typical for the baby to start threatening the mother's life, especially when the mother was very much human.
Five minutes later, the doctor had the baby out of Bronte's stomach, cutting the cord and handing her over to Tohr. Bronte was completely passed out because of the medicine, mainly because the doctor intentionally gave her a strong dose. The baby, of course, was still very small - a little under four pounds. She could easily fit in the palms of her father's hands. "She's fine," the doctor said, nodding to the crying baby, "Get her cleaned up, and I'll get Bronte taken care of. When I come back down, I'll take the child in for tests to make sure everything is working properly," he said, cleaning Bronte up. The baby was still small, but she looked healthy, just very fragile. Already, she looked a lot like her mother, with the same nose and lips. However, she had her father's big, serious eyes in the same shade of blue... She had a few wisps of dark hair and a small birth mark on her right shoulder.
As everything was going on, Kaspar stood in front of the door so that Rehv couldn't get passed him. "Everything's fine," he said, even if he didn't feel that way. "Bronte needs you up here so that she can be taken care of by the doctor. You are in the best place to be right now, and Tohr is going to come down as soon as everything is over, okay? Don't get angry. I'd hate to tell Bronte I had to hurt you over this," he said, looking very serious.
The doctor pulled a sheet over her top and bottom half, leaving her stomach exposed. As he began a C-section, he turned to Tohr. "Get some clean towels. Lots of them. When I hand you the baby, you need to clean her up and take her down to her father." He sounded very calm, because to him, this was expected. Catalina had a similar situation with Rehv. It was very typical for the baby to start threatening the mother's life, especially when the mother was very much human.
Five minutes later, the doctor had the baby out of Bronte's stomach, cutting the cord and handing her over to Tohr. Bronte was completely passed out because of the medicine, mainly because the doctor intentionally gave her a strong dose. The baby, of course, was still very small - a little under four pounds. She could easily fit in the palms of her father's hands. "She's fine," the doctor said, nodding to the crying baby, "Get her cleaned up, and I'll get Bronte taken care of. When I come back down, I'll take the child in for tests to make sure everything is working properly," he said, cleaning Bronte up. The baby was still small, but she looked healthy, just very fragile. Already, she looked a lot like her mother, with the same nose and lips. However, she had her father's big, serious eyes in the same shade of blue... She had a few wisps of dark hair and a small birth mark on her right shoulder.
As everything was going on, Kaspar stood in front of the door so that Rehv couldn't get passed him. "Everything's fine," he said, even if he didn't feel that way. "Bronte needs you up here so that she can be taken care of by the doctor. You are in the best place to be right now, and Tohr is going to come down as soon as everything is over, okay? Don't get angry. I'd hate to tell Bronte I had to hurt you over this," he said, looking very serious.