It was a witheringly cold night, dark and desolate as though from a horror film. It was quiet. Everything was a deafening silence, even her own screams. The pain engulfed her thoughts and her mind blocked almost everything out, save for one mission: get it out! Her husband in the car beside her, speeds through the dusty, barren streets. He attempted to reassure her, but she ignored his consolidations. He panicked.
“We’re almost there, sweetie! Just hold on a while longer. Please, hold on!” Pleaded the gentle and concerned voice to her right. It comforted her briefly. She stretched out her arm and reached for him, griping a fold in his jacket. She clenched tightly without mercy as the pain shot up from her lower back and enveloped around her tender abdomen. He looked to her shortly out of pity. A sorrowful tear escaped through the corner of his right eye and trailed with difficulty down his sweat-drenched skin. “Please…” he whispered, as