Finally, it began. It began with great movements within her. Then discomfort. And finally the wet sensations of its true beginnings.
The healer, called upon quickly. The bed, where she lied in pain. Her husband, at her side every step of the way.
The delivery, after hours of labor, came quickly. "A boy." the healer happily declared. The blood-covered infant, passed first to Bretthera... who grinned the whole while, seeing how much the newly born infant looked like his father. Then the newborn boy was passed then to Tordann, the relieved and happy new father.
Then the healer's happy demeanor changed in seconds. Husband and newborn son, ushered out of the room quickly, the door closing just behind them. There was a problem, and the healer saw it.
The blood wouldn't stop, even as the healer tried to slow it down or stop it.
Husband and son, let back into the room after two hours.
The final hour was here. Bretthera knew it too well. Her worst fear was coming to fruition. The new family spent all the time they could together, and, despite the sadness, Bretthera felt at peace.
Lying in bed, all together. "I'm sorry, Torr... I love you so much... Mother is calling to me, and she's taken my hand... There's letters for him in the top drawer... I'm going to get some sleep now... but know that I'll be watching..."
The final words, spoken as Bretthera's eyes closed, for the peaceful and eternal slumber that took her.
-At the ripe age of 19,
Bretthera Willowdye passed
away after bringing her son
into the world.-
(Thanks to everyone who RPed with me on Bretthera! It's been a long, rough year and a half on the lassie, but it couldn't have been done without all of you guys! )
