"I'll be there in 20 minutes. Please take care of her while I'm on the way," Duke requested. "Thanks, Leena!" Glancing at the road, Duke allowed himself to relax. It was, fortunately, not rush hour. So he didn't have to worry about being caught in a traffic jam. He would never forgive himself if he missed Belinda having the baby.
"You don't need to be so formal about it," said Leena kindly. She glanced at the clock. "Take your time and have a safe drive." As much as Leena wanted Duke to get there, the last thing she wanted to happen was for her brother to have a car accident. There was no contest; his safety mattered more than the doom of her hand in a pregnant woman's care.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine," assured Duke. "Is Belinda beside you right now?" Rubbing his brow briefly, he asked, "Can she talk to me?" All he could think about was how much his wife must be suffering at the moment, and he wished that he could be there beside her. 'If only teleportation was possible, ' he thought grimly.
"Belinda, Duke wants to talk to you." The frown on Belinda's face disappeared as Leena put the phone against her ear.
"Duke? Duke!" exclaimed Belinda happily. "You're back!" It was all she could say to express her elation. Enjoying the good news, however, didn't last long as another round of painful contraction took over her body. In response, she squeezed Leena's unfortunate hand while clenching her teeth.
"Honey, wait for me. You're doing amazing," he said, hearing her whimper on the phone. "I'll be right beside you very soon." Her sharp breaths increased Duke's anxieties, making him step on the accelerator a bit harder. It was either the sound of his acceleration or his rattled voice, but somehow his wife's instinct was spot on.
"Drive slowly, Duke," said Belinda weakly. "I'm okay." Albeit, that wasn't completely true. She was exhausted, weakened by the recurring contractions. Hearing Duke's voice over the phone just made her want to throw herself in his arms.
"I will, honey. Just wait for me." If only he had a pair of wings. Flying to Belinda sounded like a great idea right about now. Duke mentally hit himself. His desperation was making him think of impossible ways to get to the hospital quicker. Had it not been for urgent business, he wouldn't have had to leave the city before Belinda's delivery.
The labor pain became more and more frequent. When the assistant checked her uterine cervix, it was dilated at 6 cm. The assistant frowned, wondering, 'Why are the contractions recurring more frequently at an early stage?'
Quick to notice, Leena asked, "Doc, is there anything wrong?" The assistant's facial expression worried her. Her hand, which had permanently taken on the role of Belinda's anti-stress toy, was in so much pain that she could pass out at any minute now.
"Oh, nothing to worry about," the assistant answered. "The uterine cervix is dilating slower than we anticipated, but that's quite normal as it usually takes a long time to be dilated at 10 cm. Since the contractions have become too frequent though, she can be sent to the delivery room now." Knowing they were Tom's friends, the doctor was compelled to pay closer attention to the patient's needs.
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