Noelle didn’t envy Rowan, the circumstances of which she was about to give birth in were less than ideal, (understatement of the year), but the witch would do everything in her power to ensure that both Rowan and her baby came out of this unscathed. “Babies aren’t much known for their timing” she murmured unsteadily, continuing to attempt leading Rowan to a safer area. As Rowan began to spiral, Noelle shook her head within protest, tightening her grasp around the other as she seemed to have a contraction. “They work on their own timescale, nursery’s and names aside, but that isn’t going to matter when they’re here, safe and sound.” Just as the door closed, did the clawed creature attempt to get in, the sound of its claws against the doorway unnerving as Noelle turned towards it with a breathless gasp as Rowan stumbled backwards. “Ventus” she hissed, creating a torrent of wind that forced the creature backwards, before flicking her wrist and inflicting agony upon it, as it screeched with discomfort. It began to stumble backwards, clearly rearing itself up to strike again, despite being gravely wounded. Noelle slammed the door shut, before sealing it with an incantation.
With a deep breath as she attempted to steady herself, she hurried to the supply cupboards in search of sterile gloves. “We can slow the labour down, but we can’t stop it. We could buy an extra day, maybe two – but without moving you to a birthing suite, I won’t have the right equipment to monitor the baby. ” The witch continued cleaning herself up, ensuring that the area would be sterile before returning to Rowan’s side as she reached for the woman’s hand to help assisting her up onto a gurney that somebody before them had clearly attempted to use as a barricade. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Rowan had given birth in the middle of a swamp, in a small little shack with only other woman who had given birth and had minimal training in midwifery. She had no fancy hospital, no drugs and it had gone wonderfully. Andrea was born healthy and happy, Rowan handled the pain just as well as thousands upon millions of woman before her but this was something different. She was surrounded by modern medicine, she had a trained doctor with her and yet she was also surrounded by danger and monsters that she couldn’t understand. An almost bitter laugh came from the she-wolf, “Safe and fucking sound, have you looked around doc?” She asks with a manic sort of laugh to keep herself from crying in the circumstances, which wasn’t too far off between the emotional turmoil and hormones.
While Rowan would usually find herself in great discomfort to be alone with a witch she was in this moment grateful to have one around when the monster was trying to break into the room and kill them both. She could put aside her discomfort for the safety of her baby, that was for sure. She had enhanced strength but it wasn’t enough to fight that damn thing, not with her belly the size it was likely to drag her speed down too much to get out of the way of those claws. Swallowing and trying to focus on the witch’s words rather than the threat that lurked outside, “Will that put the baby at risk?” She asks with deep breaths getting herself on the gurney with the help of the doctor. “Delaying the birth.” She goes on to elaborate incase it wasn’t clear enough. “I can’t lose the baby.” She more so wouldn’t, as a mother it was her job to ensure her children’s safety.
