Princess Luna

Chapter 12 - Enchanted afternoon

Amelia’s POV

Just sitting around waiting for things to happen is not my style. I feel like I must be up and doing something! And the condo is a bit small for 6 boisterous werewolf pups who want to play and have fun. So today we decide to get an early start and drive to the Enchanted Forest, a kitschy little seasonal theme park near Salem Oregon, which is about a one hour drive south of Portland.

The kids enjoy the paths strewn with fairy tale and mother goose themes, as well as the rides. We all enjoy the play in the outdoor theatre, this years play being a silly rendition of Jack and the beanstalk. Then we enjoy the sights as we walk thru the little “western” themed town, with its fort and its “Indian caves”. Then the kids all play for a while on the huge slide. Soon the kids are all hungry so we go to the cafe and grab pizza for everyone to eat while watching the colorful water show. Then I take the younger kids back to the smaller rides while DeeDee takes the triplets to the haunted house and the few rides designed for older kids.

It was an exhausting day, and I ask DeeDee to drive us home because I could barely keep my eyes open.

“You’re probably dehydrated,” DeeDee says, before starting the van. She hands me a cold bottle of flavored water to drink, which I take several sips of, and then I put the seat back a bit to snooze for the hour it takes to drive home.

The next thing I know, I awake in a room I don’t recognize, and I’m hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV drip. Am I in the hospital? I try to sit up, only I seem to be strapped to the bed.

“Hello?” I call out, hoping to get someone’s attention. Hopefully someone who can tell me what the heck is going on, or tell me how I got here, or where my mother in law and children have gotten to.

Several minutes pass before the door to the room opens, and I’m surprised to see my moms cousin Alpha Garrett enter the room with someone I assume is the doctor.

“You gave my sister quite a scare!” Garrett says. I often forget that Garrett is my mother in laws brother, as well as my moms 1st cousin. “Apparently you started convulsing in the car while she was driving through Portland, so she took you to the nearest medical clinic.”

“Well, I’m ok now. You can take these straps off and let me go.” I suggest sweetly. I hate to use my royal aura unless it becomes absolutely necessary.

“We need to run a few more tests to determine what caused the seizures.” The doctor says, grabbing my wrist to check my pulse. “I’m Dr. Benson, by the way.”

I want to ask questions, but the doctor shushes me while he sets up the blood pressure cuff. I try to remain patient while the thing squeezes the heck out of my arm. Then the doctor again shushes me while he listens to my heart and lungs. Then he claims he needs to concentrate while he takes a blood draw.

Finally, the doctor unstraps my arms, hands me a little plastic cup, and requests a urine sample. The doctor helps me off of the bed, and helps get me and the IV contraption into the restroom. Incidentally, my body was very happy to oblige with several samples worth, but the huge twin pregnancy belly made the collection somewhat problematic. Well, I did the best I could, closed up the collection container, and then cleaned up the mess I had inadvertently caused.

While I was otherwise busy, the doctor had wheeled in an ultrasound machine, and was getting it all set up to use. I hand the urine sample to him, and he immediately takes it over to a rolling tray table where some various medical equipment was kept, where he found a test stick to dip in.

“Back into the bed with you,” the doctor orders, and I do as he asks. I see him looking at a chart to determine the results of the test stick, and he doesn’t look too happy. “You’re spilling protein, and your blood pressure is elevated.”

Then the doctor is helping me to lay back on the bed, then lifting my shirt out of the way and lowering the waistband of my pants. I watch as he puts some gel on the ultrasound wand, then places it against my belly.

“How far along are you?” He asks. I’m tempted not to tell him since so far he seems unwilling to answer any of my questions. But it’s not in my nature to be difficult.

“Almost 35 weeks.” I tell him. He looks surprised, until Garrett tells him I’m a lycanthrope. The doctor nods, then is pressing the wand thing all over my belly while staring at a computer monitor at what looks like a bunch of blurry images to me.

“So where are DeeDee and the kids?” I ask Garrett, since so far the doctor hasn’t told me anything that makes any sense to me.

“I haven’t seen the kids,” Garrett claims. “My sister brought you in saying that you’d had a seizure and were unresponsive. Then she said she had to go, but to have me give her a call with any updates on your condition.”

I suppose that makes sense. There’s little point in letting 6 rambunctious werewolf pups run wild in a medical clinic. DeeDee probably took them back to the condo.

I see a nurse has entered the room and is switching out the IV bag, despite it still being 1/4 full. And then she is adding something directly into the IV.

“What are you doing? What are you adding there?” I ask, alarmed. But I’m quickly starting to feel more relaxed and I don’t understand it.

“It’s just a little something to keep you calm, is all.” The doctor claims. “We don’t want mama to get upset, do we? It’s bad for the baby.”

“Let me know if you have any trouble with her.” I hear Garrett tell the doctor, and then he leaves.

Then the doctor and the nurse are trying to pull my pants all the way off.

“What are you doing?” I say, barely able to put up a fuss and I feebly try to kick at them.

“I need to check your cervix to see how dilated you are!” The doctor says as he finally yanks the pants all the way off. Then he pretty much just cuts the underwear off of me. “We need to get that pup out of you today. It’s in distress.”

“But I’m having two pups!” I suddenly recall. “Not one.”

“I’m sorry to inform you, miss. But one of the pups is already dead. And if we don’t get the other one out soon, it might die as well.” The doctor explains, and I just can’t quite comprehend what he is saying.

I don’t want to believe it. All the fight leaves my body as the doctor and nurse place my legs in the stirrups, and the doctor checks my cervix for dilation. I’m apparently already at 4 centimeters. Then the doctor says he’s going to strip my membranes, and that it might be uncomfortable. Which ends up being an understatement and a half! Then he uses some contraption to break the amniotic sac, and fluid starts gushing out of me.

The nurse (who tells me her name is Jenny), explains that the IV bag she had changed out a few minutes before contains pitocen, so I should start feeling contractions soon. Then my legs are free of the stirrups, and they suggest I walk around the room to encourage the labor to speed up. And then they leave me alone, with nothing but a call button and the promise to check on me soon.

I try to ask Ambrosia about the status of the pups, but she’s always been overly sensitive to drugs and alcohol, so she’s been completely knocked out by whatever they gave me to calm me down.

I’m not at all happy about being forced into labor several weeks early, and I don’t know if the doctor is telling the truth that one of the pups has died, but my consolation is that once I’ve given birth and am able to shift, I can go after my father and force him to give me back my mate. Nothing will be able to stop me at that point. Nothing!