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As I readjusted my glasses to negate the glare of the harsh florescent hospital lights.
A ragged breath escaped my lungs, and I cracked my neck.
I leaned my head back against the wall, pinching my brow and my headache waned further into the night.
As I attempted to decompress, a rough grip happened to find it's way onto my shoulder., pulling me from my solace.
I looked to my left, and it was Damien, the ever-encouraging Dilo-Spino.
"Inco. Ease up, man. Ain't nothin' to worry about." He said with a reassuring smile, his eyes just as tired as mine.
I pretended to ignore his heartening words, trying to keep to myself as we sat in the waiting room.
"My Sister's a fighter, it won't be much longer, I can tell you that much." He continued, as he tended to Liz, who appeared slumped over, having fallen asleep on Damien an hour or so ago.
I let out a another huff, trying to compose myself.
In my peripheral vision, I could already see Damien eagerly awaiting my rebuttal.
"I'm just worried. Like, I know it's cheesy, but what if something happens to her? I've spent all this time loving her, dedicating so much of myself to this, preparing for this exact situation. And yet I have no idea if it could all crumble in the next hour." I breath a jittery sigh, blocking out my own apparent fear.
"What will I do if I get called into that room, and the both of them are gone? Am I just supposed to... Forget? Move on? Find someone else? Can I even bring myself to that?!"
I grip at my own wrist, my mind rushing with a whole host of chaotic thoughts, which all quell as Damien's consolation ripped me free of their influence.
"Inco, I know. I really do, for me, that's my sister in that Delivery Room," He pauses to readjust himself, and readjust the paper thin blanket on Liz.
"I'm scared, just like you. She could not come out. That's a scary thing I gotta accept. But there's other things that can happen, like how everything will be perfectly fine. We can't exactly know what'll happen... But we can always hope for the best, y'know?" Damien tells me, before planting a soft smooch in Liz's Maroon hair.
I sit back, dwelling on Damien's words.
I could definitely go on an internal monologue about life, death, hope, the secrets of the universe... But I think it's best that I just take Damien's word for it. I take a few deep breaths, and wipe away my tears, pulling myself back down to a state of serenity.
I rest my eyes, as my headache slowly subsides over the next few minutes.
I occasionally view out the window, and get to see the sun rising over the cold morning horizon, signifying to me just how long it's been since I last saw my partner.
It's all gonna be okay.
Everything will be fine.
"Inco Nito?" A feminine voice calls for me.
I shoot up from my seat, my eyes targeting the nurse in the doorway across the room.
I look back to Damien, who shoots me a thumbs-up, and gives me his biggest, toothiest grin.
I make my way up to the Nurse, a Blueish-Gray Therizinosaur of some sort, and I trail close behind her as she guides me through a labyrinthine hall of Hospital rooms, occasionally glancing between her clipboard and the number plates on the doors, halting before Door 987, and using a card on her lanyard to unlock it.
She gave me a soft smile as she twisted the handle, opening the door for me with a quiet creak.
I ignore the rapid pounding of my heart as I enter the sterile Hospital room, the latch clicking behind me.
Everything reeked of rubbing alcohol, burning my nose as I inhaled.
As my other four senses went on the fritz, my sights found themselves set on what was right ahead of me.
"Hey, Inky."
Oh my god. She's gorgeous.
The second I lay my eyes on Olivia, the dam breaks, I give a quivering smile, my face unable to hide the overwhelming emotions I feel.
I approach the bed, my body shivering with fear, or excitement, as if I was developing hypertension.
My heartbeat rocks my whole body as I take a look over, my eyes meeting with quite possibly the most mesmerizing sight I'll ever get.
Wrapped up in a pale blue blanket, and cradled by Olivia, was a newborn Baryonyx.
I sit beside her bed, in a conveniently placed chair, where my arm then finds itself instinctively holding Olivia's far shoulder, in my own poor attempt to comfort my fatigued mate.
She looks so drained, every ounce of energy she had going into the delivery room is gone.
Regardless, her smile triumphs, and her gorgeous eyes are still so full of life, despite however bagged and tired they may appear.
"Trent." Her rough throat forces out, phasing out the warm silence of the room.
"I... It was spur of the moment... It was one of the names we threw around, and I wasn't very coherent it's not fin-" I cut Olivia off, both to form a rebuttal, and to prevent her from straining her voice.
"Don't worry about it, Olivia. I love it already."
I lean forth, and move a strand of curly hair from Trent's face, prompting a meager whine from the infant.
My hand, however, rather than returning to my person, finds itself a comfortable position alongside Olivia's hand, holding up the Baby in her arms.
"Our little Trent..."