“It hurts… it hurts so much…” Monica leaned against Tristan, her face pale with pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I can’t take it anymore… it hurts so much…” She clutched her abdomen with both hands.
Tristan was at a loss, utterly panicked, and kept comforting her. He wanted to give her the world, but he knew his words were powerless at this moment. All he could do was hold her and tightly grip her hand.
Rowan furrowed his brows slightly as he checked Monica’s pulse. He appeared calm; as a doctor, he couldn’t afford to create anxiety. The pulse was not good…
He calmly dialed the obstetrician’s number and explained the situation in professional terms.
Zack Clarke drove the car, speeding towards the hospital! Two more cars followed behind, carrying Katherine and Bertie, as well as Algerone and Belinda…
Everyone was extremely tense, their hearts in their throats, all praying for a smooth outcome. After all, Monica was having a premature birth and was carrying twins, which posed a higher risk than usual.
“It hurts so much… Rowan… it hurts so much, I can’t take it anymore…” Monica’s face was deathly pale, her voice tinged with despair.
“Don’t be afraid; we’ll be at the hospital soon,” Rowan comforted her. “Look, you’ll soon meet your two little babies. Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Am I really going to give birth? But it’s not yet my due date…” As a mother, she was truly terrified, worried about the babies’ development.
Rowan calmly and confidently told her, “Yes, you’re going to give birth. Hang in there.”
Seeing his wife in such pain almost brought Tristan to tears. He wished they could fly straight to the hospital.
Rowan touched Monica’s swollen belly with professional expertise from left to right. He could almost certainly determine that she would have a difficult labor.
Tristan observed Rowan’s expression and sensed something was wrong but refrained from asking because of Monica’s presence.
As a doctor and a brother, Rowan felt it necessary to prepare them mentally for what lay ahead.
They were three minutes away from the hospital… It was only six in the morning.
“The fetal position is abnormal; a natural birth is impossible,” Rowan told them. “She needs an immediate C-section.”
The thought of surgery terrified Monica; she had never considered it before. Her entire being tensed up with an unknown fear surrounding her.
“Don’t cry,” Tristan said softly, heartbroken but unsure how to comfort her. “Be strong. I know my words are weak now, but I want you to know I feel truly guilty for not being able to help you with this.”
The car pulled into the hospital where the most professional obstetrician and her team were already waiting downstairs.
“Don’t be afraid; there won’t be any danger,” Rowan gently reassured his sister. “I’m here; don’t worry. Abnormal fetal positions are common.”
“I want to be in the delivery room,” Tristan said to Rowan. “Let me stay with her, please?”
Rowan thought for a moment. “Alright.”
Several cars arrived at the hospital one after another. Rowan and Tristan helped the agonized Monica out of the car. The doctor and her team came over to assist her onto a stretcher while everyone focused on Monica.
Upstairs, Tristan followed Rowan into the operating room.
All family members waited outside anxiously after learning about Monica’s condition.
She was giving birth a whole month early and carrying twins. Rowan had mentioned that the fetal position was abnormal and required surgery…
Belinda felt heartbroken upon hearing this. “What an ordeal…”
Algerone put his arm around his wife’s shoulder, sharing her concern.
Katherine, who practiced Buddhism, sat on a bench outside the operating room with a string of prayer beads in hand, eyes closed as she sincerely recited scriptures.