It's a farce

*Kamila*

“I'm going to die!” I scream as Tristan and Mark lift me up in their human forms to carry me down the stairs. Mark has my upper body, and Tristan has my lower body, and I feel like my midsection is going to collapse on top of me as they lift me up. I want to scream for Reece to hold me down there, but I don't know where the hell he went, and my contractions hurt so much, if I saw him, I'd probably hit him.

“It's okay, beautiful,” Mark says. —We're not going to let you die.

"Go to hell, you idiot!" I scream, turning my head to try to look at him. As soon as my eyes land on his blue ones, open with concern, I start to cry. "I'm so sorry, Mark!" I stammer. -I did not mean it. I love you very much!

“It's okay, honey,” he says softly. "I know you didn't mean it." I love you too.

Another contraction hits me, and before I can think about how much I love him and how much I've missed him, a string of obscenities fly out of my mouth, and it's worse than my dad when his favorite sports team is losing.

“Wow,” Tristan murmurs. —Mark, I think our girl here is part sailor.

“Fuck you, Tristan, you piece of shit!” I scream, and then I see him flinch, and immediately, I feel terrible. "I'm so sorry!" are the next words that come out of my mouth, but they won't make it go away.

“I know you didn't mean it,” he says, but I think I still see some sadness in his eyes.

Finally, we reach the top of the stairs, and I insist that they take me back down. "Can the vehicle go through the forest?" I ask. —Because if I have to walk, I'm going to lose my mind!

“Yes, it can,” Reece as...ures me, emerging from the trees. The three of them are only wearing shorts that someone must have given them, so normally I would be admiring their beautiful bodies, but right now, all I can think about is how they fooled me with those magnificent physiques into thinking they were so attractive and perfect. , and they really just wanted to torture me and make me get pregnant with these twisted, devilish babies.

My babies... The sweetest children in the entire world!

And now I'm crying again!

I hear the sound of an engine approaching, and I pray it's an ambulance of some kind, equipped with a doctor who can give me an epidural, the little piece of heaven I read about in all those baby books, or just put me to sleep. complete, and when I wake up, I will have four beautiful, well-behaved babies, my old body back, and I will feel like a million dollars.

However, it is not an ambulance that I see through my tears zigzagging through the trees. It's just a regular black van, and I have a feeling it's not going to be very comfortable, especially if we have to drive over rough terrain to get where the hell we're going. I try not to moan again as Tristan and Mark take me inside. Reece opens the doors, and I see a woman in the back who looks a lot like a midwife, but she's not Dr. Peepeegash, so she makes me nervous. What if she doesn't know what she's doing? I hate the fact that I'm not going to have my own doctor here.

“Hello, Miss Kamila,” the older woman says. —I'm Dr. Travesty. I'll be here to help you with babies every step of the way!

They lift me into the van and place me on some blankets, but his name just struck me. "I'm sorry, what the hell is your name?" I ask him.

She smiles at me shyly. —Now, now, don't let my name fool you. I as...ure you that I am perfectly capable of...

—Dr. Travesty?—I ask him as Reece closes the doors. Then the three ET1s and Diana get into the van and we begin our journey through the bumpy forest, heading to Mark's castle. I haven't even had a chance to see the men much since they told me the plan and then started helping me up the stairs, so it's not like Mark or anyone else has told me much about her.

I'm afraid I don't trust her.

“Yes, yes, that's right,” he says as he begins to examine me with a stethoscope. —Dr. Mary Travesty.

—Like in Bloody Mary?

She laughs as she listens to my stomach. I don't know what the hell she thinks she's doing. That stethoscope is not going to get these babies off of me. —No, not Bloody Mary, darling. Just Mary.

I have my own opinion on this. I do not like this. Not at all. But what am I going to do? I requested that Dr. Pentupgas be sent to the castle, but the ET1s said that she was too busy with some sick elderly patient, so Dr. Travesty will have to do it.

Why does Mark have a healer named Dr. Travesty?

When another contraction hits hard, I can't help but scream. I look for something to squeeze, anything, and end up with Mark's hand. He's screaming too, and when Tristan laughs, Mark punches him in the nose. Red blood starts dripping down her chin, and now Dr. Travesty is trying to clean it up and ends up with blood on her hands.

Yes, it's a farce, that's for sure.

"How long until we get to the castle?" I ask him.

—It won't be long. “Just about twenty minutes,” Dr. Travesty says, and I try not to cry any harder. This is taking forever. I'm back to my old idea that I'm not going to make it.

"Can I have an epidural?" I ask.

The doctor laughs harder this time. "Heavens, no, dear!" I can't give you an epidural in a moving van. You could damage your spinal cord and end up paralyzed! No, we'll as...ess the situation when we get to the castle, and if there's time, maybe we'll give you an epidural then.

"If there's time?" I ask her, looking at her as if she had just said that they condemned me to death in five minutes.

—Well, if the babies are already crowning, it doesn't make sense...

I lean down and grab Dr. Travesty by the neck. —Listen to me, bit..., and listen well. I don't care if the first damn baby is already in college when we get there, as long as I have a baby stuffed in my vajayjay, you're going to give me an epidural, you hear me, you fuc... bit...?!?

His mouth opens wide, and Tristan takes his hands off of me, and I can tell I've scared the doctor who's supposed to keep me and the babies safe. I would feel bad about it if another contraction didn't make me want to scream.

Yes, I'm going to die.