Chapter 6 - The Desperate Birth
Megan thrashed violently against the heavy leather restraints as a massive pool of clear fluid suddenly rushed onto the metal floor. Her water had officially broken naturally, completely ruining Martha's highly twisted plan for a controlled, illegal surgical extraction. The corrupt doctor panicked completely, stepping backward and frantically screaming that he was not fully equipped to handle a volatile, premature natural birth. Martha furiously threw her incredibly expensive wine glass against the wall, shattering it entirely into a million sharp pieces. She quickly pulled a silver revolver from her heavy coat pocket and aimed it directly at the cowardly doctor's chest. She violently ordered him to successfully deliver the valuable child alive or she would shoot him perfectly through his pounding heart. The terrified doctor rushed back to the cold metal table and began frantically checking Megan's rapidly accelerating vital signs. I gripped the heavy steel bars of the cage with both hands, screaming desperately for Martha to let me gently comfort my terrified wife. Martha completely ignored my frantic pleas, strictly keeping her deadly weapon aimed firmly at the sweating doctor. Megan squeezed her eyes completely shut and pushed with absolutely everything she had, her agonizing screams completely drowning out the raging storm outside. I watched in absolute, helpless terror as the horrific medical scene formally unfolded just inches away from my desperate reach. After ten agonizing minutes of endless screaming and pushing, the tiny, fragile body of our beautiful baby finally emerged into the cold room. The corrupt doctor held the small infant highly up with bloody, trembling hands, letting out a massive sigh of pure relief. However, the entire room fell into a sudden, highly suffocating silence because the newborn baby was absolutely not crying at all. The tiny infant was completely motionless, completely blue, and visibly struggling heavily to take its first crucial breath. The doctor frantically rubbed the baby's small chest, desperately begging the tiny lungs to finally open up and pull in the cold air. Martha slowly lowered her silver revolver and stared completely at the motionless child with absolute, heartless disgust. She coldly announced that the defective child was completely useless to her massive financial plans and ordered the doctor to throw it in the trash. The doctor hesitated for a tiny fraction of a second, clutching my dying child completely tightly against his bloody chest. Martha instantly raised her heavy weapon again, cocked the metal hammer, and perfectly pointed it directly at the tiny baby's head.
