💔Chapter 15💔

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Trigger warning; blood, death, racism, others I can't think of right now...

Hinata Pov:

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"Ms you need to push." The doctor calmly orders me. All I want to do is scream 'why don't you try this' at her but my efforts are waning.

All I want to do is get this child out.

I close my eyes tight and scream as another contraction hits, the intense pain making me cry.

"We're nearly there Ms, keep it up. Your child's nearly out."

"Just get out!" I scream to my child as the pain increases."Get the fuck out." I beg.

"Ms, would you like the father in here?" The doctor asks.

Father? I giggle even though it hurts to breathe.

"No. Baby doesn't have a father." I mutter wearily. Ah, the anaesthetic is kicking in.

"Okay that's fine. Ms Huyga, push. Final time." In brutal agony I push. I know I can't do anymore after this. It's too painful and I'm bone tired.

"Get the child." The doctor orders the midwife.

I sink back into my pillows feeling a weight leave them.

Through my confusion I realise there's no baby crying.

Just confused shouts.

Breathing in deeply I open my eyes and sit up.

Ugh, the feeling is not fun.

One of the nurses is holding him up, shrieking profanities.

"Give me my baby!" I order through cracked lips.

Disgusted, the midwife hands him over like he's a disease, a vile face full of hate glaring at us.

Fiercely protective over my newborn baby I wrap him in a blanket to keep his warm. My useless midwife has forgotten even the basics of handling a newborn.

A few of the nurses leave immediately, only the doctor and a handful of others stay to fill out some charts and adjust my position.

"Ms Huyga, we need to do a check up on him. May we please take him?" The doctor asks calmly.

My arms wrap around tighter.

"What are you going to do to him?" I hiss.

"Nothing bad. I promise we won't treat him differently here. We just need to do a few standard checks on him." She promises.

I nod recognising the sincerity in her words and carefully hand him over.

"Thank you, Ms. Do we have a name?" She questions placing him inside a crib.

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