I scream and cry, my hips keep cramping . I don't want food, they're trying to feed me organic gatorade. A woman drops in by accident who does massage. She rubs my hips for me and allows me to concentrate for the first time in a while. I felt best when she worked through the contraction.
People are in and out of the room.
He has been there the whole time minus bits and peices. I want one too. I feel as if David and myself can do it alone. He knows how I work in emergency and overworked situations. I thought about kicking everyone else out.