Jason EganD I - The First Chapter.
March 24th 2009 08:16
Ok, after much deliberation i have decided to post the first chapter of my novel. I have sent the full manuscript off to a few publishers with no word back as yet. What better way is there of getting some feedback than having it read by other writers. I hope you like it and i hope to hear some comments from avid readers. Thankyou. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
It was the day to end all days, it would have been the perfect one to finish on. The sun was high in the sky with a light haze of cloud filtering its warm rays. The birds were singing, the grass was green and not a single sound other than from nature itself could be heard… Except for the quiet tittering from a young couple strolling through the meadow on top of a hill... Deimos was a handsome fellow, short brown hair neatly parted to one side, thin-rimmed glasses, but unusually pale skin. He was dressed quite comfortably, in a white linen shirt and black leather shoes, and you could tell his brown trousers were new from the rubbing sound they made as he walked. He looked quite relaxed and seemed very happy. And why wouldn’t he be? In one hand he held a small, wicker picnic basket, and with the other he was holding hands with what was a most beautiful woman, with flowing blonde hair and the deepest, mesmerising blue eyes you have ever seen. The beautiful woman was obviously in love with him as her eyes were transfixed on his and her adoring smile only added to the illumination of the fresh meadow. Deimos was basking in the glow of his wife Dwyns’ pregnancy and she too had an aura of tranquillity too clear not to miss. They had just completed a romantic picnic in the middle of the meadow and were slowly making their way back to the car, carving their way through the sea of dandelions in full bloom and taking in the beauty and serenity of their surroundings.
‘It doesn’t get any better than this,’ she said while sighing contently.
‘I love this place. It’s only a few miles from home, but it seems like we’re on another planet. She continued to gaze into his bespectacled eyes as they walked, trusting his guidance, while caressing the back of his cupped hand with her thumb.
‘I know,’ Deimos lovingly replied. ‘If I were to die today I would die my happiest.’ He glanced forward before quickly re-engaging his stare. His happiness was as pure as his love of life.
Trapped in his lady’s engaging eyes, he clumsily tripped up on an exposed tree root, grinning wryly as he regained his composure. Dwyn tried unconvincingly to hide her amusement.
‘Sure but I would only die my happiest if we went together, but let us not talk about that now ‘cos we’ve got the next 50 years at least till we need to worry about that,’ she exclaimed with a broad smile.
The pregnant woman quickly changed the subject, feeling they were getting a little morbid.
‘It’s nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air. I feel as though my soul is being cleansed every time I come up here.’
‘Indeed, and you know wherever I am, as long as I’m with you, I am happy,’ he gloated.
‘Being up here, or working in the garden, knee deep in mud, it matters not.’ He paused while still lost in her magical gaze. ‘You cleanse my soul.’
They stopped and gazed into each other’s eyes still conversing but without words, before passionately kissing, if not engulfing each other to the point that they were panting like wolves as their lips parted.
’Soon we’ll be taking little junior with us on these outings,’ he said while fondly rubbing her protruding stomach.
Her floral knee-high dress began to gently rustle in the breeze as she placed her hand upon his, both sensing the heartbeat of their unborn who was to complete their family in only a month’s time.
‘Or juniorette’ she added with a smile, before they both continued along their track, hand in hand; in love.
On reaching the end of the meadow, they followed a path cut through the forest that surrounded the meadow, and would lead them to their car, parked at the end of the dirt track. With the trees beginning to sway from the cool, moderate breeze, the couple slowly made their way along laughing and indulging in the perfect atmosphere, where they felt, for that time, that they were the only ones on the planet.
Inexplicably, a huge gust of wind, blown from perhaps the mouth of god himself, enveloped the two, pushing the man forward, causing him to drop the basket and trip face first into the ground while also throwing the woman off her feet, thrusting her forward and forcing her to throw out her lithe hands to try and protect her delicate stomach.
The wind died down as quickly as it occurred leaving the poor woman lying on the ground, clutching her belly and moaning as Deimos screamed in pain, raising his head to reveal a bloodied face.
His glasses had shattered as his face impacted upon another exposed root, forcing shards of glass into and around his eyes, cutting deep into his perfect skin.
‘Aaah. My eyes! My eyes!’ he screamed.
Blood streamed from his wounded eyes as he struggled to pull the glass out, his trembling hands defying him. Frustrated and in pain, he took a brief moment to try and compose himself before checking on his fallen companion.
‘Dwyn, are you ok, Dwyn!’ His voice was shaky as the small puncture wounds in his cheeks were filling his mouth up with blood, making him sound like he was gargling water as he spoke.
‘I’m ok, oh my god Deimos!’ She looked over to see Deimos' bloody face contorted in pain.
‘I can’t see my love, I have glass all in my eyes and it hurts so much but… are you sure you’re alright sweetheart?’
‘I’ve cut one of my hands but other than that I’m fine,’ she explained. ‘But we need to go to the hospital right away, you’re a mess.’ Her stomach took a slight impact and she wanted a check-up herself, but she wasn’t going to worry Deimos about that at this moment in time.
Deimos held out his hand randomly and was quickly met with Dwyns. He then clumsily helped his sweetheart up and holding each other tight, they headed back towards their car, which was parked on the side of the windy road about 200 metres from where they were.
The clouds closed in and the sky darkened while flashes of lightning startled the sky. The trees flailed with the fury of a tornado as flying dirt and leaves scrambled around the pair. It seemed that their day to end all days….was coming to an end.
‘I can’t believe this,’ Deimos cried out. ‘What have we done to deserve this, why are we being punished?’
‘I don’t know my sweet; let’s just get out of here! It’s going to rain shortly and we are still a fair way from the car.’
The pair tried to pick up the pace but the increasing wind was making it more and more difficult. Their clothes fought against them as they tried to hurry with the wind blowing fiercely against them.
‘Aaaaah, I cannot take it much more, the wind is pushing the glass further into my face.’ Blood sprayed from his mouth with every word. His face was covered in blood and his white shirt was heavily stained from his injuries.
‘You’ll be ok honey we’re…’She abruptly released her grip, losing her husband in the process. Dwyn didn’t say another word, alarming Deimos greatly. He stopped and fumbled around trying to find her. His vision was non-existent and the wind made it impossible to listen for her movements.
‘Honey, are you okay,’ Deimos yelled. ‘Honey! What’s going on?Dwyn!!’
Deimos couldn’t see that Dwyn was hunched over, grimacing in pain. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were clenched tight, her body paralysed on the spot. The intensity of the wind eased slightly, giving Deimos the opportunity to listen out for his stricken wife.
After a brief moment, her eyes opened and she let out a wild scream, loud enough to scare the remaining birds from the surrounding trees.
‘Dwyn what’s wrong?’ Deimos yelled in a panic as he strained to see what was wrong, but to no avail. Every effort to open his eyes led to a searing pain shooting right through to the back of his skull.
‘The baby…’ Dwyn managed to say in a quivering yet scratchy voice. ‘Oh no, not now, not here!’ Terrified, Deimos held out his hand randomly in the hope of contact with his beloved.
‘We must go quickly, give me your hand.’ Dwyn lunged for his hand but in mid stride was cut short by an unforgiving, savage pain wracking her inner regions.’
‘Uhhh, Aaaah, Noooooo…’ Dwyn screamed out incoherently as her veins began to invert; as if something inside her was sucking her blood so hard that it was leaving indentations in her porcelain skin, and her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes began to fill up with swirling red blood. All she could manage was gurgling noises, as she stood hunched over her expectant belly. Deimos could barely hear her through the rush of the wind and as the rain suddenly began, he stumbled around frantically trying to find his beloved who was so close to him and wrenched in agony, but still he could not find her. Dwyn was having the life sucked out of her, she was emaciating on the spot, her bones were becoming visible as all her body fat and muscle disappeared; and her blood red eyes were creeping back into her skull. The rain pelted down as Deimos, with arms outstretched, fumbled around for his wife. He was only a couple of feet away from her and didn’t even know it.
‘Dwyn, are you there, are you ok?’ His voice was filled with fear and he stopped and stood completely still as his ears strained for a sign. He started to hear a faint sound of something tearing, not paper, but more like a Hessian bag, and it got louder and louder as it overtook the rain. He slowly moved toward the sound with great hesitation.
‘Dwyn,’ he cried out, with no response.
Dwyns' drained body stood bolted upright and she let out an ear-piercing scream. Deimos jumped back and fell onto the muddy ground in fright, while not being able to see what was becoming of his beautiful wife. Blood began to flow freely down Dwyns’ thinned, colourless thighs before out from under her sagging dress, swinging on its umbilical cord like a zombie Tarzan, came a leathery, deformed creature, covered in blood and mucous, that was to be… her firstborn. Aaaaaaaahaahaaaa
Dwyn awoke in a pool of sweat; she was still dazed and could barely focus on the group of people surrounding her. The constant beeping of machinery and the muttering of many voices gradually alerted her to her current situation.
‘Are you ok love?’ The voice was smooth and comforting.
Her eyesight converged on the face of a young lady, with large brown, compassionate eyes, underlined with a facemask and a nurse’s hat. She was gently wiping the sweat off Dwyns’ forehead with a caring smile. Dwyn was scared and confused and offered no response, so the nurse slowly repeated herself.
‘Are you alright love, you passed out.’ The girls smiling face began to comfort Dwyn in her time of need.
‘Forceps!’ She went to sit upright to face the source of the deep voice but found she was unable to move. Her body was numb and she found she had no strength to try to overcome it.
She looked back up at her attendant and attempted to speak.
‘What happened!’? Her voice was raspy and strained as she took great effort to speak.
‘We needed to perform a pudendal block; you were in a great deal of pain from the pressure of the baby. Unfortunately, the anaesthetic was injected into a vein and caused you to faint. It doesn’t happen too often but it’s not serious, you’ll be ok.’ That reassurance wasn’t enough for Dwyn and she started to panic.
‘Where’s Deimos?’ She asked breathlessly.
‘Your husband is in the waiting room. We needed him to leave for the time being. You will see him soon.’
Dwyn suddenly grunted and groaned, she tried to move but found she was still paralysed. Her panic grew, she was really scared, and she needed her husband by her side. She began to groan uncontrollably again, until the sound of the heart monitor was overrun by the cries of a newborn baby. Dwyn smiled with reprieve. Everything sounded normal to her and with a broad yet relieved smile on her face she strained to reach over to the nurse and hold her hand. The nurse noticed the slight gesture and grabbed her patients’ lethargic hand.
‘Congratulations. It looks like you have a healthy baby boy on your hands!’ The cries of the baby were competing with the words of the nurse. She looked over as the doctor cut the umbilical cord and passed the baby over to a male nurse for cleaning and monitoring.
‘Don’t I get to hold my baby now?’ Dwyn asked with a little excitement.
‘When you regain your movement, now we’ll just clean him up for you,’ the nurse replied.
Dwyn became anxious as she waited for the chance to lay eyes on her newborn child.
‘How do you feel, are you ok now?’ The nurse looked over to check the heart monitor as the obstetrician came over to congratulate her; the other attendants left the theatre leaving only the male nurse to tend to the newborn.
‘Well done Dwyn, Deimos will be proud as punch to have a son.'
Dwyn smiled at the doctor. But as she was looking at him she noticed his face becoming serious and he quickly turned to check the monitor.
‘Nurse, how are her stats?’
‘Everything is fine doctor.’ She replied calmly.
‘Then how do you explain this?’ The doctor pointed at a large pulsing vein in Dwyns neck.
Only going by the doctors worried tone, she began to panic again.
‘What, what is it?’
The doctor ran around the other side of the operating table. He checked another machine before leaning over her with his stethoscope, indicating that he didn’t trust the reading of the machine. After checking her heartbeat he seemed content, but continued to survey her neck. He followed the vein down her neck and slightly peeled back the sheet covering her to see how far it went.
‘Where’s my baby. …And where’s Deimos?’ Dwyn was becoming quite agitated; she had this feeling inside her that something was awry and that they weren’t telling her.
‘Just need check you out first Dwyn, you’ll see them both shortly.’ But the nurse didn’t allay her fears this time.
‘I WANT TO SEE THEM NOW!’ She screamed uncontrollably with tears beginning to roll down the sides of her flushed cheeks. The nurse that was bathing the baby, looked over in shock, as he had never experienced someone that distressed before.
At the same time the alarmed doctor pulled back the sheet to reveal her upper body to find a network of thick, red veins raised and pumping, covering her upper torso. The attending nurse screamed and looked at Dwyn in horror. One of the veins in her chest suddenly burst, covering the unsuspecting doctor in her thick red blood. He reeled back in shock before running over to the intercom and calling for assistance, his voice shaken and hysterical. Her paralysed body shook wildly as more and more veins burst open, showering the room in her blood in all directions. Dwyn screamed as she could only watch as her body violently spouted her life juice all over the delivery room. The male nurse wrapped the baby in a towel and made a quick exit from the theatre, passing many staff members rushing to help the suffering woman. The doctor and nurse attempted to quell the flow by frantically throwing towels from a nearby trolley over her, but the pressure was too great. Dwyn’s eyes closed as her body emptied of its life force. The other doctors and nurses burst through the door of the blood soaked theatre only to be confronted with a corpse lying on the operating table with what looked like small gunshot wounds covering it. The sound of fresh blood dripping on the floors married with the constant high pitch of the heart monitor… on flat line.
Chapter 1
It was the day to end all days, it would have been the perfect one to finish on. The sun was high in the sky with a light haze of cloud filtering its warm rays. The birds were singing, the grass was green and not a single sound other than from nature itself could be heard… Except for the quiet tittering from a young couple strolling through the meadow on top of a hill... Deimos was a handsome fellow, short brown hair neatly parted to one side, thin-rimmed glasses, but unusually pale skin. He was dressed quite comfortably, in a white linen shirt and black leather shoes, and you could tell his brown trousers were new from the rubbing sound they made as he walked. He looked quite relaxed and seemed very happy. And why wouldn’t he be? In one hand he held a small, wicker picnic basket, and with the other he was holding hands with what was a most beautiful woman, with flowing blonde hair and the deepest, mesmerising blue eyes you have ever seen. The beautiful woman was obviously in love with him as her eyes were transfixed on his and her adoring smile only added to the illumination of the fresh meadow. Deimos was basking in the glow of his wife Dwyns’ pregnancy and she too had an aura of tranquillity too clear not to miss. They had just completed a romantic picnic in the middle of the meadow and were slowly making their way back to the car, carving their way through the sea of dandelions in full bloom and taking in the beauty and serenity of their surroundings.
‘I love this place. It’s only a few miles from home, but it seems like we’re on another planet. She continued to gaze into his bespectacled eyes as they walked, trusting his guidance, while caressing the back of his cupped hand with her thumb.
‘I know,’ Deimos lovingly replied. ‘If I were to die today I would die my happiest.’ He glanced forward before quickly re-engaging his stare. His happiness was as pure as his love of life.
Trapped in his lady’s engaging eyes, he clumsily tripped up on an exposed tree root, grinning wryly as he regained his composure. Dwyn tried unconvincingly to hide her amusement.
‘Sure but I would only die my happiest if we went together, but let us not talk about that now ‘cos we’ve got the next 50 years at least till we need to worry about that,’ she exclaimed with a broad smile.
The pregnant woman quickly changed the subject, feeling they were getting a little morbid.
‘It’s nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air. I feel as though my soul is being cleansed every time I come up here.’
‘Indeed, and you know wherever I am, as long as I’m with you, I am happy,’ he gloated.
‘Being up here, or working in the garden, knee deep in mud, it matters not.’ He paused while still lost in her magical gaze. ‘You cleanse my soul.’
They stopped and gazed into each other’s eyes still conversing but without words, before passionately kissing, if not engulfing each other to the point that they were panting like wolves as their lips parted.
’Soon we’ll be taking little junior with us on these outings,’ he said while fondly rubbing her protruding stomach.
Her floral knee-high dress began to gently rustle in the breeze as she placed her hand upon his, both sensing the heartbeat of their unborn who was to complete their family in only a month’s time.
‘Or juniorette’ she added with a smile, before they both continued along their track, hand in hand; in love.
On reaching the end of the meadow, they followed a path cut through the forest that surrounded the meadow, and would lead them to their car, parked at the end of the dirt track. With the trees beginning to sway from the cool, moderate breeze, the couple slowly made their way along laughing and indulging in the perfect atmosphere, where they felt, for that time, that they were the only ones on the planet.
Inexplicably, a huge gust of wind, blown from perhaps the mouth of god himself, enveloped the two, pushing the man forward, causing him to drop the basket and trip face first into the ground while also throwing the woman off her feet, thrusting her forward and forcing her to throw out her lithe hands to try and protect her delicate stomach.
The wind died down as quickly as it occurred leaving the poor woman lying on the ground, clutching her belly and moaning as Deimos screamed in pain, raising his head to reveal a bloodied face.
His glasses had shattered as his face impacted upon another exposed root, forcing shards of glass into and around his eyes, cutting deep into his perfect skin.
‘Aaah. My eyes! My eyes!’ he screamed.
Blood streamed from his wounded eyes as he struggled to pull the glass out, his trembling hands defying him. Frustrated and in pain, he took a brief moment to try and compose himself before checking on his fallen companion.
‘Dwyn, are you ok, Dwyn!’ His voice was shaky as the small puncture wounds in his cheeks were filling his mouth up with blood, making him sound like he was gargling water as he spoke.
‘I’m ok, oh my god Deimos!’ She looked over to see Deimos' bloody face contorted in pain.
‘I can’t see my love, I have glass all in my eyes and it hurts so much but… are you sure you’re alright sweetheart?’
‘I’ve cut one of my hands but other than that I’m fine,’ she explained. ‘But we need to go to the hospital right away, you’re a mess.’ Her stomach took a slight impact and she wanted a check-up herself, but she wasn’t going to worry Deimos about that at this moment in time.
Deimos held out his hand randomly and was quickly met with Dwyns. He then clumsily helped his sweetheart up and holding each other tight, they headed back towards their car, which was parked on the side of the windy road about 200 metres from where they were.
The clouds closed in and the sky darkened while flashes of lightning startled the sky. The trees flailed with the fury of a tornado as flying dirt and leaves scrambled around the pair. It seemed that their day to end all days….was coming to an end.
‘I can’t believe this,’ Deimos cried out. ‘What have we done to deserve this, why are we being punished?’
‘I don’t know my sweet; let’s just get out of here! It’s going to rain shortly and we are still a fair way from the car.’
The pair tried to pick up the pace but the increasing wind was making it more and more difficult. Their clothes fought against them as they tried to hurry with the wind blowing fiercely against them.
‘Aaaaah, I cannot take it much more, the wind is pushing the glass further into my face.’ Blood sprayed from his mouth with every word. His face was covered in blood and his white shirt was heavily stained from his injuries.
‘You’ll be ok honey we’re…’She abruptly released her grip, losing her husband in the process. Dwyn didn’t say another word, alarming Deimos greatly. He stopped and fumbled around trying to find her. His vision was non-existent and the wind made it impossible to listen for her movements.
‘Honey, are you okay,’ Deimos yelled. ‘Honey! What’s going on?Dwyn!!’
Deimos couldn’t see that Dwyn was hunched over, grimacing in pain. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were clenched tight, her body paralysed on the spot. The intensity of the wind eased slightly, giving Deimos the opportunity to listen out for his stricken wife.
After a brief moment, her eyes opened and she let out a wild scream, loud enough to scare the remaining birds from the surrounding trees.
‘Dwyn what’s wrong?’ Deimos yelled in a panic as he strained to see what was wrong, but to no avail. Every effort to open his eyes led to a searing pain shooting right through to the back of his skull.
‘The baby…’ Dwyn managed to say in a quivering yet scratchy voice. ‘Oh no, not now, not here!’ Terrified, Deimos held out his hand randomly in the hope of contact with his beloved.
‘We must go quickly, give me your hand.’ Dwyn lunged for his hand but in mid stride was cut short by an unforgiving, savage pain wracking her inner regions.’
‘Uhhh, Aaaah, Noooooo…’ Dwyn screamed out incoherently as her veins began to invert; as if something inside her was sucking her blood so hard that it was leaving indentations in her porcelain skin, and her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes began to fill up with swirling red blood. All she could manage was gurgling noises, as she stood hunched over her expectant belly. Deimos could barely hear her through the rush of the wind and as the rain suddenly began, he stumbled around frantically trying to find his beloved who was so close to him and wrenched in agony, but still he could not find her. Dwyn was having the life sucked out of her, she was emaciating on the spot, her bones were becoming visible as all her body fat and muscle disappeared; and her blood red eyes were creeping back into her skull. The rain pelted down as Deimos, with arms outstretched, fumbled around for his wife. He was only a couple of feet away from her and didn’t even know it.
‘Dwyn, are you there, are you ok?’ His voice was filled with fear and he stopped and stood completely still as his ears strained for a sign. He started to hear a faint sound of something tearing, not paper, but more like a Hessian bag, and it got louder and louder as it overtook the rain. He slowly moved toward the sound with great hesitation.
‘Dwyn,’ he cried out, with no response.
Dwyns' drained body stood bolted upright and she let out an ear-piercing scream. Deimos jumped back and fell onto the muddy ground in fright, while not being able to see what was becoming of his beautiful wife. Blood began to flow freely down Dwyns’ thinned, colourless thighs before out from under her sagging dress, swinging on its umbilical cord like a zombie Tarzan, came a leathery, deformed creature, covered in blood and mucous, that was to be… her firstborn. Aaaaaaaahaahaaaa
Dwyn awoke in a pool of sweat; she was still dazed and could barely focus on the group of people surrounding her. The constant beeping of machinery and the muttering of many voices gradually alerted her to her current situation.
‘Are you ok love?’ The voice was smooth and comforting.
Her eyesight converged on the face of a young lady, with large brown, compassionate eyes, underlined with a facemask and a nurse’s hat. She was gently wiping the sweat off Dwyns’ forehead with a caring smile. Dwyn was scared and confused and offered no response, so the nurse slowly repeated herself.
‘Are you alright love, you passed out.’ The girls smiling face began to comfort Dwyn in her time of need.
‘Forceps!’ She went to sit upright to face the source of the deep voice but found she was unable to move. Her body was numb and she found she had no strength to try to overcome it.
She looked back up at her attendant and attempted to speak.
‘What happened!’? Her voice was raspy and strained as she took great effort to speak.
‘We needed to perform a pudendal block; you were in a great deal of pain from the pressure of the baby. Unfortunately, the anaesthetic was injected into a vein and caused you to faint. It doesn’t happen too often but it’s not serious, you’ll be ok.’ That reassurance wasn’t enough for Dwyn and she started to panic.
‘Where’s Deimos?’ She asked breathlessly.
‘Your husband is in the waiting room. We needed him to leave for the time being. You will see him soon.’
Dwyn suddenly grunted and groaned, she tried to move but found she was still paralysed. Her panic grew, she was really scared, and she needed her husband by her side. She began to groan uncontrollably again, until the sound of the heart monitor was overrun by the cries of a newborn baby. Dwyn smiled with reprieve. Everything sounded normal to her and with a broad yet relieved smile on her face she strained to reach over to the nurse and hold her hand. The nurse noticed the slight gesture and grabbed her patients’ lethargic hand.
‘Congratulations. It looks like you have a healthy baby boy on your hands!’ The cries of the baby were competing with the words of the nurse. She looked over as the doctor cut the umbilical cord and passed the baby over to a male nurse for cleaning and monitoring.
‘Don’t I get to hold my baby now?’ Dwyn asked with a little excitement.
‘When you regain your movement, now we’ll just clean him up for you,’ the nurse replied.
Dwyn became anxious as she waited for the chance to lay eyes on her newborn child.
‘How do you feel, are you ok now?’ The nurse looked over to check the heart monitor as the obstetrician came over to congratulate her; the other attendants left the theatre leaving only the male nurse to tend to the newborn.
‘Well done Dwyn, Deimos will be proud as punch to have a son.'
Dwyn smiled at the doctor. But as she was looking at him she noticed his face becoming serious and he quickly turned to check the monitor.
‘Nurse, how are her stats?’
‘Everything is fine doctor.’ She replied calmly.
‘Then how do you explain this?’ The doctor pointed at a large pulsing vein in Dwyns neck.
Only going by the doctors worried tone, she began to panic again.
‘What, what is it?’
The doctor ran around the other side of the operating table. He checked another machine before leaning over her with his stethoscope, indicating that he didn’t trust the reading of the machine. After checking her heartbeat he seemed content, but continued to survey her neck. He followed the vein down her neck and slightly peeled back the sheet covering her to see how far it went.
‘Where’s my baby. …And where’s Deimos?’ Dwyn was becoming quite agitated; she had this feeling inside her that something was awry and that they weren’t telling her.
‘Just need check you out first Dwyn, you’ll see them both shortly.’ But the nurse didn’t allay her fears this time.
‘I WANT TO SEE THEM NOW!’ She screamed uncontrollably with tears beginning to roll down the sides of her flushed cheeks. The nurse that was bathing the baby, looked over in shock, as he had never experienced someone that distressed before.
At the same time the alarmed doctor pulled back the sheet to reveal her upper body to find a network of thick, red veins raised and pumping, covering her upper torso. The attending nurse screamed and looked at Dwyn in horror. One of the veins in her chest suddenly burst, covering the unsuspecting doctor in her thick red blood. He reeled back in shock before running over to the intercom and calling for assistance, his voice shaken and hysterical. Her paralysed body shook wildly as more and more veins burst open, showering the room in her blood in all directions. Dwyn screamed as she could only watch as her body violently spouted her life juice all over the delivery room. The male nurse wrapped the baby in a towel and made a quick exit from the theatre, passing many staff members rushing to help the suffering woman. The doctor and nurse attempted to quell the flow by frantically throwing towels from a nearby trolley over her, but the pressure was too great. Dwyn’s eyes closed as her body emptied of its life force. The other doctors and nurses burst through the door of the blood soaked theatre only to be confronted with a corpse lying on the operating table with what looked like small gunshot wounds covering it. The sound of fresh blood dripping on the floors married with the constant high pitch of the heart monitor… on flat line.
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