Miykael hadn't drifted far from her. Not this time. He'd made that mistake once before and he is determined to not make it ever again. She wasn't always within his direct eyesight (though not far from it, to be fair) but the larger her pregnant belly grew, the harder it was for him to slip away from her. Today, however, she'd grown hot beneath the summer sun and moved further north - seeking refuge in the cooler northern climes. He'd followed her without any urgency to his steps - he had no reason to hurry, no reason to be clinging to her side inevitably adding his own heat to the mix when all she wanted was to cool down. It was incredibly clear just how close to giving birth December was - he'd seen it before and though every birth was different it was impossible to ignore the signs. When his blue eyes watch her stumble. After several moments, he noticed that she hadn't gotten up but instead simply laid down and rolled to her side. Yet even now he had no reason for panic. His gut instinct tells him that it has begun and soon they will be a family again.
December was small from Miykael's vantage point further back as he leisurely strolled along. Labor took time, he knew, and he took comfort in that notion. Soon, Carl was making his way towards him but still he felt no urgency. Everything was fine, right? December had just gone into labor and soon she would be a mother again - a new baby to help heal the hole that the last one left in their hearts (not replace her, no that's not possible). Miykael remained calm - until he heard her scream.
This wasn't a normal labor scream. This wasn't a sound he was accustomed to hearing from December. In fact, it held tones of complete agony and panic. His heart stutters in his chest and he doesn't realize that her scream stopped him in his tracks until Carl's arrival brings him back to reality. He's quickly on the move again, panic twisting his insides no matter how desperately he attempts to cling to the calm he'd felt only moments ago. By the time she screams again, he's running - sprinting the last several steps only to arrive at her side as the foal begins to slide out of her body. The foal's coat is vibrant beneath the bloody mess of birth. It's a girl he quickly realizes, a copper-toned filly with wings. "She's... beautiful." he sighs, his usually deep voice is soft and tender. He is so focused on the newest princess that he simply doesn't notice the amount of blood pooling behind December. The moment seemed okay, December had shifted to clean the filly and he was standing there as any proud father would, watching December and their youngest daughter.
But it doesn't end there. Of course it doesn't. That would be too simple, too convenient, too... easy. Miykael has only just begun to find happiness again and little does he know just how quickly it will be ripped from him. The filly seems fine - she's alert and breathing well, holding her head up but not making a move to stand just yet. Just as he reaches down to touch his nose against hers, December cries out. It is then that his blue eyes notice the blood. There's a lot of it, too much in fact. Something had gone wrong and she was busy pushing again. Miykael's throat feels clenched, oddly tight - making it practically impossible to even speak. Frankly, even as a healer, he's at a loss for what to do. December's pushing again and just as another foal's nose peeks out, he begins to understand. She'd grown so large because she'd been carrying twins. His first children had been twins but Azura had handled that on her own - it was a simple arrangement, not a relationship.
But even knowing that December's having twins isn't enough to ease the fear that something wasn't right. The amount of blood pouring from her body is too much. The foal slides out - a colt, a handsome grullo boy - but something is still off. December isn't standing, she seems to be merely dragging her hind legs and just as she brushes her muzzle against the colt's darkly patched fur, she's gone. Not gone gone, no. She isn't dead but she's unconscious and continuing to lose blood. "December." he begins, his voice strained as the panic builds in his chest. "December... no. No! December! Wake up, baby, you have to wake up now." He moves rather rapidly towards her upper body, nudging her shoulder and touching her cheek. "You can't... you can't leave! We were supposed to be a family. December, please." desperation rises in his voice, shifting from fear to anger to flat out begging in mere seconds. But even in his highly emotional state he knows that the only thing he can do is to try to stop the bleeding. So he focuses on her lower half, pulling on his light with as much force as he is capable of. The light blooms and spreads over her hips and lower abdomen. "Come on, come on, come on." he murmurs through gritted teeth.
This has to work, doesn't it? He can heal the internal tearing and fix it and she'll be okay. Won't she?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before? |
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