PEACHES
06-18-2014, 10:44 PM
At this point Orchid was half wishing she could knock Othello out. The girl was hysterical, and dead set on the little stillborn instead of the life that had lived and the lives that still lived inside of her. They needed out and Othello?s panic was not helping matters any, but she needed the girl conscious. She needed Othello awake to push, needed her here and in the present. She was about to slap Othello in the face, anything to bring her back to reality when something else stopped her. Eyes would flick to the Alpha, the boy had moved to nuzzle her in sympathy and the motion, oddly was doing the trick. He could keep doing what he was doing if it calmed down this birthing lunatic. At last the mother would turn her attention to the living and Crucifix would slip out with his grim burden. She gently helped nuzzle the boy to Othello?s grasp and in turn Othello would nuzzle it to her belly where the boy would find its life force and drink away at his mother?s milk. Orchid let out a happy little sigh at the sight of Mother and Son meeting. Things would calm down and another child would make its way into this earth. Orchid would feel against Othello?s belly, thinking this the last little gift of life, but she would in this be wrong. She could feel it in the same moment that Othello did, feel the wrongness of it and Orchid would gasp as Othello cried out in pain. She swiped the little girl that had come free out of the way of the thrashing mother and deposited it next to its living brother. It was hard to stay calm now, this was bad. ?Ellis! Yarrow NOW!? her voice rising in panic, and she took a deep breath of lavender, taking but the smallest moment to calm herself. ?Scorpion, hold her front half? she commanded, in control of herself again as she concentrated on Othello?s lower half. She felt around the abdomen, feeling the lumpiness of the pup and the wrongness of its placement. The pup wasn?t coming out straight, she was all twisted around. Worst of all, was Othello ? she was unconscious and incapable of pushing now. Orchid jumped up from her seating and went to a fissure in the wall. Here she kept a substance others might consider strange, it was carefully stored fat from her kill? constantly heaved with fresh ice so it would keep. She rubbed this against her forepaws as she moved back to Othello?s side. ?I need to turn the baby. Ellis, Apply the Yarrow, then keep your paws on the stomach tell me if I?m doing it right, feel, got it?? she was all business now, her fear fallen to the need to do. She hoped the others had leaped to do as she asked ? Othello and the pups life depended on this. With her greased paws she slipped her arms into the pregnant girl, being very very carefully to keep her claws tight in the folds of her skin. She felt around the pup until she understood the situation. She could feel the blood pooling at her feet and knew she had very little time. She began to shift the pup until she felt resistance and stifled a gasp. The umbilical cord, it was twisted about the young. She pried out a single claw now and began to very gently saw away at the cord. Sweet was beating on her forehead and rubbing into her eyes at this point, but at last she would hear the soft snap. The blood was everywhere, and Orchid was coated in it. She continued to move the pup, occasionally looking up at Ellis to ensure things were going right. When at last the pup was turned she looked up at Ellis once more. ?When I say push, push gently at the stomach angling downwards from her head towards her Uranus. Got it?? her voice was half a whisper, and gently she redied herself to tug the pup. ?Push? she whispered, and gave the pup a soft tug with her paws. ?Push? she said again, her voice soft, barely audible as she again tugged at the little life. ?Push? she said again, and eased the pup free. She stifled a sob when she saw the creature was lifeless ? she had time only for the living. She began the job of cleaning the unconscious Othello up, applying a salve and tying horsetail around abdomen and Uranus until the bleeding stopped. She sat back when it was all over, heaving and gasping and covered in blood. ?You. Are a problem pregnancy? she scowled at Othello as she dipped her hands in the water leaf and hung her head low, exhausted. Walk "Talk" Think |
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