Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
Sqaishey's POV
                          
The doctors hooked me up to some sort of numbing medication only a few minities after I woke up. It worked slightly, but it still didn't stop the constant ache that had wound itself around my bones. There was also the fact that there was a baby growing inside of me. When I was first pregnant with Kendal I could feel him kicking, and it didn't hurt that much, but right now every kick that this baby did made a loud cry come out of my mouth. It hurt horribly. I rolled my head over onto my side and stared at all of the wires that were there. It seemed crazy that these very tubes, drips, liquids, bags, and needles were the things keeping me alive. My hands placed themselves over my stomach. I could defiantly feel a human underneath there. Soon I was going to have to cope with pushing it out. That would be painful as well...Kendal was early, meaning that he was a lot more smaller then a regular baby would be, and it still was the most painful thing that I've experiaced. Well, it was the second most painful thing that I've ever physically experianced. Waking up out of that coma was much worse.
                          
My baby kicked, sending pain flying throughout my entire body. I screamed out in pain, clenching my fists so tightly that my fingernails were cutting into my palms. The door leading into my room opened and a doctor walked in, holding a clipboard in his hands. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing, although my baby was still kicking me which made it extremlely hard to do so. The doctor placed a thermometer in my mouth and started to fiddle around with some of the buttons that was on the machine next to me. A few moments passed before the pain from my baby's kicking died down. I could still feel him/her kicking, which must have meant that my doctor turned up my morphine dose. Of course I was worried about the morphine hurting my child, yet all the people that I've asked said that the baby wasn't effected. 
                          
The doctor grabbed my arm and stuck a sharp needle into it. For once I didn't flinch or cry out, mainly because I couldn't feel any of the pain from the morphine itself. When the needle got pulled out the door opened up again. There was some whispering, before somebody grabbed ahold of my hand. I knew at once that it was Stampy. I was seconds away from opening my mouth and speaking to him, when I heard him start to sob. Not cry...Sob. Why was he so upset? I understood that I was in a coma, and it was hard for everybody, but surely he was used to me being like this now? Unless he knew about the baby...Which, of course, he did. It was HIS son or daughter after all. I opened up my left eye and stared up at him. 
                          
"I'm so sorry, Sqaishey...I shouldn't have gotten you pregnant...The doctors saying that you need to get a c-section in order to 'give birth'...And no matter what you choose, there is a eighty percent change that you will die during labour! I don't want you to die, Sqaish. I really don't..." He squeezed my hand tightly, another sob escaping from his lips. I opened my eyes wider and stared up at him. "Sqaishey...Are you...awake?!" His face flooded with colour. 
                          
"Yes...I'm awake. I have been for two days now...And I know I'm pregnant with your child, Stampy. It's not your fault either. We were being safe and it backfired...But I don't mind. Just another person to make us happy, right?" Stampy stood up and threw his arms around me, a sound that was a mix between a laugh and another sob coming out of his mouth. His hair tickled against my chin, just like it did when we hugged normally. When Stampy pulled away there was a massive smile covering his entire face. I guess the hospital didn't tell him that I had come out of my coma. 
                          
"Sqaishey! You're...Awake...I'm so happy! I'm so happy! Oh jeez, you're awake! Do you know how long you've been out?" He asked, stroking the side of my face with the back of his hand. It was strangely cold and shaky, as if it had been snowing outside. "Six months...You've been out for six whole months...It's been hard during those six months...It really has...But you're awake now...That's all that matters." He leaned towards me and pressed a kiss against my lips. It made the whole of my body feel warm. This kiss was making the pain that was inside of my body go away quicker then any painkiller. When he pulled away he stared at my stomach for a few seconds before placing his hand against it. As soon as he did so my baby kicked, sending a dull pain through my lower abdomen. "Crap. Did the baby's kicking hurt you?" He asked, moving his hand away quickly. I shook my head, wiping the sweat off from my forehead. If I was telling the truth, it hurt horribly, but I didn't want to make Stampy worry any more then he already was doing so.