He nodded and left, but he did not go to the lounge. He went back to the corridor outside the labor wing and stood against the wall, arms crossed, waiting.
Inside the room, Lin Yue was in hell.
The contractions came in waves, each one worse than the last.
She pushed and screamed and pushed some more, her body burning with effort, sweat soaking her hair and the thin hospital gown.
"How much longer?" she gasped.
A nurse checked the monitors. "You are only at four centimeters. It will be several more hours."
Lin Yue's head fell back against the pillow.
Several more hours?
She could not do several more hours!
But she did.
Hours passed.
Five centimeters.
Six.
Seven.
Each one earned with blood and sweat and screams that left her throat raw.
Vethra checked the baby's position regularly, her expression growing more concerned each time. "The baby is facing upward. It needs to turn downward for delivery."
"Can you turn it?" Lin Yue panted.
