I helped Asche to bathe before I bathed myself. He kept groaning and hunching over in pain every now and again. I held him carefully when I washed him up, ensuring I got between every crack and crevice of his body.

We were squeaky clean by the time I was finished, stepping out into the room after drying off to find a clean pair of scrubs and a hospital gown folded neatly on top of each other on the bed.

With my hands holding his waist, I helped Asche over to the clean bed, which was now stripped of the soiled sheets, allowing him to hold on to it as I dressed him. The floor was also clean as well.

His moans got louder and more incessant.

"Ohh...!" He groaned, holding his back.

"Just give me a minute, love to get dressed and I'll help you get in bed."

"I don't wanna lay down in this forsaken bed!" He snarled, glaring at me. "I want this baby out!"

"Yes, yes, I understand. I really do. If you don't want to lay down, then we can walk around the room. Maybe it'll ease the pain a little. Is that to your liking?"

"I want it out!" He sobbed. "My ass is searing! What did you do to me!?"

I quickly clothed myself and went to embrace him from behind but he wobbled around and slapped me, causing my ears to ring.

I stared at him in disbelief. The tingling sensation from the slap began to heal, leaving a dull feeling behind.

"Fix it!" He demanded, stooping in a squatting position. "Get it out! Ohhh!" He bemoaned. "It feels like I wanna poop."

"Don't do it on the floor!" I said frantically.

"The pain is getting hotter!" He cried, moving around slowly, still in the squatting position. "Get it out." He groused. "Oh, I'm dead."

"Asche, just calm down and breathe. It's going to be alright." I watched him warily.

"Why don't you take a dive into my body and feel what the fuck I feel!" He snapped irritated eyes on me.

I threw my hands up in surrender. "Alright. I take that back."

At that moment there was a knock on the door and Falcon's face popped in from beyond it. "Hey! We came as fast as we could." He came further in, trailed by Stephon, Felicia and Kirk. They were all bearing gifts, which they placed on the counter. I was not in the mood to identify them.

Asche on the other hand paid them no mind. He continued in his weird position, dragging his feet across the floor with a pathetic wail.

The four of them watched him with a strange look on their faces.

"I see Asche is really not in the mood for visitors," Falcon quipped.

"He's in pain, what would you expect?" Kirk said, going over to Asche to comfort him.

Felicia took the initiative to approach me with open arms for a hug. I walked into it and we embraced, rocking side to side. "The moment is here. I do wish we can take photos and videos but your mate is in much discomfort. I don't think he'd approve of us filming him. How are you feeling brother? I am so excited for you both." She drew away to smile at me.

"I'm filled with anxiety. Asche is in great pain," To emphasize my comment, Asche released a broken moan and grabbed on to Kirk's leather jacket, almost tugging the man out of it. We both watched the unfolding scene with sympathy for my mate. "I just don't know what to do. He nearly snatched my brain cells out. I do hope his labor won't last into another day. I fear he won't be able to handle it."

Felicia brushed her hands over my arms, up and down reassuringly. "Have faith, my brother. For he has a purpose and it will be fulfilled. The best we can do right now is comfort him and assist the best we can."

I sighed, dejected. "He blames me for his pain."

"He's possibly angry because it is your seed that has him in pain right now."

We glanced at Asche once more who shook Kirk by the collar of his leather jacket, saying through gritted teeth, "Get it out! Get it out! Get.It.Out!!"

Kirk looked confused and paralyzed as he shook like a leaf in the wind. while Falcon tried to calm Asche down and Stephon fruitlessly tried to pry his hands away.

Dr. Reynolds stepped in right when we were going to intervene. Behind him came in a nurse wheeling in a blood pressure machine and other tools to hook up to Asche's body.

"I told you guys five minutes. But you got yourselves caught up by the patient." He facepalmed himself and ordered everyone to leave the room beside me. They reluctantly left, pinning disgruntled glares at Dr. Reynolds.

He was unbothered.

I recognized the nurse as the one who helped us earlier, she gave us a warm smile as she pushed the machine closer to the bed, placing the other items in a small basket that was attached to the machine.

Dr. Reynolds held Asche with a reprimanding look. "Young man, you will not give us any more issues. I understand you are in pain but you just cannot harass your visitors or your boyfriend for that matter."

Asche held his stomach, trembling. Probably tuning out the doctor. His face twisted in pain and he suddenly screamed just as blood gushed out from between his legs and splattered to the floor.

The blood drained from his face, my face, and I noticed it did on the doctor's and nurse's face.

"Help me get him on the bed!" Dr. Reynolds ordered, catching Asche right before he fell back and I aided him in placing Asche down on the bed. The nurse, Fay, as it said on her nametag, disappeared and came back with a washcloth to wipe up the blood off Asche's legs and between his thighs.

With great fluidity and skills, they attached Asche to a few machines and inserted an IV in his hand. Something was placed on his stomach to monitor the baby's heartbeat. The look on Dr. Reynold's face made my heart flutter with dread.

"What is it?" I asked. "What's wrong with our baby?"

He faced me with apprehension. "We're losing the baby's heartbeat as well as Asche's."

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