Coup De Grâce (Code 11-KPD SWAT 7)

Amy kept the gun pointed at me, but she was glaring at Lennox, which was why she never saw me move close to the emergency ‘code blue’ cord and yank it from the wall.

The alarm in my room started to shriek.

And people poured inside.

Nurses, doctors, techs. Michael.

The sheer amount of people that’d entered the room had overwhelmed Amy, but she was smart and put the gun away before anyone could see her.

Michael’s eyes fell on me, and I started to scream.

“She has a gun!”

Amy was quick, though.

Using the commotion to her advantage, she ran, skirting past multiple nurses who were standing there stunned.

Michael, though, wasn’t stunned.

Far from it.

He was following her out the door almost as quickly as she’d left it.

Lennox walked up to me, placing a towel to the wound at my hand that I just now realized was pouring blood onto the floor.

“You’re a mess,” she whispered soothingly.

A sob caught in my throat, and the pain that I’d somehow been able to disregard in this entire debacle hit me again tenfold.

“God,” I slumped.

Lennox caught me and moved me towards the bed, and I went willingly.

“You’re hand’s a mess,” she said, eyes scanning the wound.

I nodded. “Yep.”

“I should’ve done what Michael wanted and not gotten the epidural. Then we wouldn’t be in this mess right now,” I said worriedly.

Lennox started to clean off my hand with an alcohol swab.

Which was ridiculous since I needed a lot more than an alcohol pad to clean up this mess. Maybe a towel or something.

Then I forgot all about the mess I’d made and started focusing on the massacre that was happening between my legs.

It burned, but it didn’t hurt anywhere near as bad as everything else attached to my body.

“I feel like I need to push,” I said worriedly a few moments later.

Lennox looked up into my eyes.

“Your doctor’s not here yet,” she said worriedly.

I closed my eyes.

“Alright,” Hannah yelled. “This isn’t an exhibit. Everyone out.”

“But that psycho’s got a gun!” A nurse replied worriedly.

I wanted to roll my eyes.

And I would have had I not been worried that I might suddenly make a big move and the baby would fall out of my vagina.

“I really….really need to push,” I urged insistently, ripping the blankets that Lennox had just replaced, off my legs. “Either back off or catch this baby, because it’s about to happen.”

Hannah shooed out the rest of the people and Lennox and her stared at me with worried eyes.

“I’ve never delivered a baby before,” Lennox said helplessly.

“She’s in the custody of the police,” Michael growled, throwing open the door and slamming it shut behind him. It took him a few moments, but it wasn’t long before he realized that my vagina was out for everyone to see. “What?”

I pointed down to my vagina. “Your baby wants me to push.”

He shook his head. “Dr. Mead isn’t here yet.”

If I could have, I would have beaten him.

“Well you tell that to this kid!” I screamed.

Michael’s eyes widened when something between my legs caught his eyes, and I moved my hand down between my legs and felt something that most definitely hadn’t been there before.

“I’m crowning,” I said to the three of them.

I wished I’d had a camera to capture the looks on the three of their faces.

“One of you need to come over here and play catcher, or you need to go get a doctor. Now,” I ordered them.

Still, none of them moved.

A doctor. A PA. And a nurse.

And all three of them stared at me with blank faces.

I can’t believe I was having to do this all myself!

My body started to do what it was made to do, and soon I could do nothing but push and hope they got with the game.

Because seriously, it fucking hurt!

“Ahhhh! Michael get your fucking head out of your ass and catch this fucking kid!” I screamed.

Michael finally came unstuck and put his doctor hat on…or at least his thinking cap anyway.

He moved between my legs, then asked the stupidest question on earth at that point.

“Should I put on gloves?”

I would’ve kicked him had I not been holding onto my legs.

Instead, I closed my eyes, pushed, and daydreamed about shooting our kid out of my vagina and hitting him with her.

Which seemed good in theory, but probably not good for real.

My mind didn’t really care at that point.

“How come nobody waited for your family to arrive…ahhhh! My eyes!” Nico screamed, covering his eyes as he got a good look at my vagina.

I would be embarrassed…later.

Right now, I couldn’t muster up the ability to care, though.

“Move out of the way, hijo. I’ve got to get in there!” My mother yelled.

I didn’t look at her either.

I couldn’t.

My eyes were on Michael as he did things between my legs that I hoped he and I could both forget later on.

Then I swear to you, he stuck his hand into my vagina and I saw stars…and not the good kind.

“Owww! What the ever loving fuck, Michael!” I shrieked.

“The cord was around her neck,” he rumbled softly. “All better now. Push again when you feel the next contraction.”

I pushed again at the next contraction. But not because he’d said to. Because I needed to. My body wouldn’t let me not do it.

“Owww, ow, ow, ow, ow,” I chanted over and over again.

“Would you grow the fuck up, Nico?” Georgia asked, shoving him out of the doorway where he was still covering his eyes and facing the opposite direction of me and my ‘big ‘ol vagina.’

Georgia came to my side and swept my hair back off my face.

“You’re doing good, almost done,” she soothed.

I nodded, panting as the worst pain yet washed over me.

“Fuck!”

“Language, hija,” my mother admonished from my other side.

When had she gotten there?

“The head’s out,” Hannah and Lennox said at the same time, standing at the end of the bed and looking at the humongous child that was trying to come out and being incredibly slow about it. “Your amniotic sac is still intact.”

Then, suddenly, in a great rush of relief, our baby slid out.