Post by Elizabeth James on Jan 1, 2008 21:59:06 GMT -5
Groggy, eyes slowly slid open, a soft groan slipping from partially opened lips. Brown eyes stared out at the world with a death glare, as though ready to kill the cause for their being open and awake at such a hour. They slid over to the alarm clock by the bed, and promptly curses flew from those lips. A large dog sat up on the floor, head tilting to the side as he learned of a few new words even he had never heard before coming from his mistress, or anyone really. My, my, my was she getting creative here. Light brown hair swung in front of her face, sometimes seeming a really dirty blonde and others just a really light brown. Of course, she also dyed it sometimes, so that didn't really help determining the color, now did it?
With one last curse, and a mumble about who would have left a glass of water on the bed escaped her lips before she threw back the covers, and froze. What was there was not just wet bedsheets; she was wet. "Shit." It about summed up the situation, and as Miss Elizabeth James realized what was happening, a pain started, quickly spreading through her whole body. Within seconds it became even worse, and she knew what was going on. Damnit, she was going into labor. Once the wave of pain passed, she slowly slid to the edge of the bed, somehow managing to stand up, though she was very wobbly. She was dressed in lightweight pajama bottoms and a rather large t-shirt. She found a pair of houseshoes and slipped them on.
As a last measure, she grabbed her robe and threw it over her shoulders, wrapping it around her and holding it tight after grabbing her wand and stuffing it into her pocket. Demon stood up, whining softly, but Elizabeth shook her head. "If Emilia saw you in her hospital, she would have a fit, Demon... You have to stay here..." And with that, she crossed the room, opened the door, and walked outside. She hadn't even gone twenty feet when she was hit with another contraction, and a small, strangled exclamation escaped her throat before it was cruelly silenced as she bit lightly into her wrist to muffle the sound. Tears sprang into her eyes; she was farther along than she thought.
"Fuuuuuck." It was a little louder than a whisper, but not by much, and after the pain passed she slowly made her way farther down the hall, clutching onto the wall for support. Why did women go through this again? Oh, right; kids. Fuck that; it was soooo not worth it. At least, not right now. Maybe it would when she saw her two babies and held them in her arms, but right now? Right now she was cursing Braeden Williams's sperm and that bastard of a bitch alcohol. She finally made it out of the hall and turned the corner, being hit with another contraction. She tried to breathe, struggling to remain standing. But it wasn't too much farther, and once it passed, she just kept putting one foot in front of the other. 'Right, left, right, left, right... Shit.'
The door was locked. Swearing up a storm, she began to bang on the door, not caring at the moment if Emilia was asleep or even if someone else inside was. She was in pain and about to have twins, and really, standing in the middle of a hallway was most definitely the last place she wanted to be. "Shit." She had forgotten to close her door. Oh, well, she knew Demon wouldn't get into trouble; he was smarter than that. He was smarter than her. Little did she know that Demon was currently standing outside Braeden's room scratching the door and barking his head off. It was enough to wake the whole hallway, but seeing as she had shut the heavy door that separated it from the rest of the floor, she couldn't hear a peep.
With one last curse, and a mumble about who would have left a glass of water on the bed escaped her lips before she threw back the covers, and froze. What was there was not just wet bedsheets; she was wet. "Shit." It about summed up the situation, and as Miss Elizabeth James realized what was happening, a pain started, quickly spreading through her whole body. Within seconds it became even worse, and she knew what was going on. Damnit, she was going into labor. Once the wave of pain passed, she slowly slid to the edge of the bed, somehow managing to stand up, though she was very wobbly. She was dressed in lightweight pajama bottoms and a rather large t-shirt. She found a pair of houseshoes and slipped them on.
As a last measure, she grabbed her robe and threw it over her shoulders, wrapping it around her and holding it tight after grabbing her wand and stuffing it into her pocket. Demon stood up, whining softly, but Elizabeth shook her head. "If Emilia saw you in her hospital, she would have a fit, Demon... You have to stay here..." And with that, she crossed the room, opened the door, and walked outside. She hadn't even gone twenty feet when she was hit with another contraction, and a small, strangled exclamation escaped her throat before it was cruelly silenced as she bit lightly into her wrist to muffle the sound. Tears sprang into her eyes; she was farther along than she thought.
"Fuuuuuck." It was a little louder than a whisper, but not by much, and after the pain passed she slowly made her way farther down the hall, clutching onto the wall for support. Why did women go through this again? Oh, right; kids. Fuck that; it was soooo not worth it. At least, not right now. Maybe it would when she saw her two babies and held them in her arms, but right now? Right now she was cursing Braeden Williams's sperm and that bastard of a bitch alcohol. She finally made it out of the hall and turned the corner, being hit with another contraction. She tried to breathe, struggling to remain standing. But it wasn't too much farther, and once it passed, she just kept putting one foot in front of the other. 'Right, left, right, left, right... Shit.'
The door was locked. Swearing up a storm, she began to bang on the door, not caring at the moment if Emilia was asleep or even if someone else inside was. She was in pain and about to have twins, and really, standing in the middle of a hallway was most definitely the last place she wanted to be. "Shit." She had forgotten to close her door. Oh, well, she knew Demon wouldn't get into trouble; he was smarter than that. He was smarter than her. Little did she know that Demon was currently standing outside Braeden's room scratching the door and barking his head off. It was enough to wake the whole hallway, but seeing as she had shut the heavy door that separated it from the rest of the floor, she couldn't hear a peep.
