FursieTheFlixee
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Aiden smiled at Sarai when she squeezed his hand. He was still so glad that she had pulled through. She was still laying in her own blood and he still felt shocked from having seen it all pooling out of her. He wished something would just go right for once because everytime something good should have happened, it felt like something ruined it. He had to be thankful no one he loved had died yet, though.
Seavers started stitching up Sarai as they waited for Astraea and Riccardo to come back with the baby. His work had been very successful and she only had light bleeding at this point which he took care of as well.
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Riccardo leaned back in the chair. With his daughter asleep in his arms, he had nothing to think about except what was happening in the infirmary and the fear that Sarai wouldn't pull through it. What would happen if she was not around? He couldn't deal with everything he did if it weren't for her, especially not with their daughter added to it now.
He closed his eyes, brow furrowing with worry as he took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that everything would be alright just like it always was.
He jumped when he heard Astraea's voice, even if it was gentled and soft. He looked down at the baby when she said she was beautiful. "She is," he agreed, looking back up at her anxiously. The news caused a huge wave of relief to wash over him. "She's okay," he breathed. He looked down at the infant before slowly getting up, trying not to shift her too much and wake her.
When he was up, he treaded carefully, trying to rush as much as possible back to the infirmary to see Sarai. He knew she was probably anxious to meet their daughter, too. When he got there, he grinned tiredly at her. "Glad to see you're doing better," he said, softly, coming up to Sarai's bed. He sat on the edge of her bed when he was close enough, gently lowering the infant down towards Sarai. He hesitated before letting Sarai take her completely, loathe to let her go already. "She's fed and fallen asleep already."
Aiden leaned up to get a better glimpse at the newborn. When he saw her sleeping face, he grinned. "She's beautiful." He squeezed Sarai's shoulder. "Look at that little face."
((Me too. I can already tell this is going to be harder on him than I or he thought.))
Seavers started stitching up Sarai as they waited for Astraea and Riccardo to come back with the baby. His work had been very successful and she only had light bleeding at this point which he took care of as well.
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Riccardo leaned back in the chair. With his daughter asleep in his arms, he had nothing to think about except what was happening in the infirmary and the fear that Sarai wouldn't pull through it. What would happen if she was not around? He couldn't deal with everything he did if it weren't for her, especially not with their daughter added to it now.
He closed his eyes, brow furrowing with worry as he took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that everything would be alright just like it always was.
He jumped when he heard Astraea's voice, even if it was gentled and soft. He looked down at the baby when she said she was beautiful. "She is," he agreed, looking back up at her anxiously. The news caused a huge wave of relief to wash over him. "She's okay," he breathed. He looked down at the infant before slowly getting up, trying not to shift her too much and wake her.
When he was up, he treaded carefully, trying to rush as much as possible back to the infirmary to see Sarai. He knew she was probably anxious to meet their daughter, too. When he got there, he grinned tiredly at her. "Glad to see you're doing better," he said, softly, coming up to Sarai's bed. He sat on the edge of her bed when he was close enough, gently lowering the infant down towards Sarai. He hesitated before letting Sarai take her completely, loathe to let her go already. "She's fed and fallen asleep already."
Aiden leaned up to get a better glimpse at the newborn. When he saw her sleeping face, he grinned. "She's beautiful." He squeezed Sarai's shoulder. "Look at that little face."
((Me too. I can already tell this is going to be harder on him than I or he thought.))