Post by Max Dwyer on Nov 30, 2016 19:17:58 GMT -5
March 10th 2004, 4:12pm
St Mungo’s Hospital
Max never paced, sure he did a lot of thinking but he never walked back and forth. It had never been a habit of his until now. He had lots of habits but none of such nature. However this morning it was something different, it was darker, it was more sombre than any other situation he had ever been in before and he had been thrust into it, unwillingly. Everything was going smoothly until 9am then it all started heading south on a very steep nose dive. Flying didn’t even come naturally to Max but he could stay on the broom at least, though he’d much rather jump off and help if he could. But he would be lost as to where to even start. His sisters and the other staff had to do their best now.
He and Christina had come here the night before after the contractions had started, it all seemed normal, to him anyway. Only that the labour was longer than what her healer had expected, but they had put that down to it being her first pregnancy and it was expected. So Max hadn’t worried too much when he had been in room with her. The two of them had spent the waiting time talking, cracking jokes and trying to come up with a name for their son. They both decided on ‘Xavier ‘ with his middle name to be Kyle just like Max had. The wizard didn’t want his son to be named after anyone in particular like he was named after his muggle grandfather, not that he didn’t like it, he was very close to his grandpa George after all.
When Christina was dilated enough Max had assumed that everything would go as expected, the screaming would ensue, along with the cussing and the threats to break every bone in his body. All of what he had strangely looked forward to from the day they had learned they were to be parents. But none of that had followed, her healer had uncovered something was wrong very soon after the clocked ticked over to 9am and they had called immediately for his sister, Renee. The last sight he had of his girlfriend was in tears surrounded by a bunch of medical field. “Max, we’ll look after her, we promise” his sister had told him as she ushered him out of the room. “You have to, both of them…” he trailed off as he turned and willingly left the room, running his hand through his hair with worry.
“Sit down Max..” his father said to him softly as his gaze shifted from Max to the baby he held in his arms . “No, dad..” he replied not shifting his eyes away from his son. His son had just died in his arms and he was not willing to let go. He was intelligent enough to know he’d have to soon, but not yet. His son looked peaceful, he’d welcome any sound from Henry now, he had already lost on love earlier and now he had lost another. The tears cascaded down his cheeks as he continued to look over his son’s features, his eyes were closed, Max would never know what his eyes were like, were they brown like Christina’s or blue like his. The wizard had come into Mungo’s looking forward to so much, watching his son crawl, helping him with his schoolwork, everything a new parent should be entitled to, but now nothing.
When they had handed him his son, they had asked Max to alert them if anything changed with his breathing, if at all it improved from shaky to normal, that was five hours ago now but it had only worsened. Max looked to his father finally and sighed, he didn’t want to see the look his father gave him, nor the one from Ashley or Renee. He wanted the smiles from Christina, the cries from his baby but nothing. It was surreal and right now he didn’t’ know what to do and so he cried.
St Mungo’s Hospital
Max never paced, sure he did a lot of thinking but he never walked back and forth. It had never been a habit of his until now. He had lots of habits but none of such nature. However this morning it was something different, it was darker, it was more sombre than any other situation he had ever been in before and he had been thrust into it, unwillingly. Everything was going smoothly until 9am then it all started heading south on a very steep nose dive. Flying didn’t even come naturally to Max but he could stay on the broom at least, though he’d much rather jump off and help if he could. But he would be lost as to where to even start. His sisters and the other staff had to do their best now.
He and Christina had come here the night before after the contractions had started, it all seemed normal, to him anyway. Only that the labour was longer than what her healer had expected, but they had put that down to it being her first pregnancy and it was expected. So Max hadn’t worried too much when he had been in room with her. The two of them had spent the waiting time talking, cracking jokes and trying to come up with a name for their son. They both decided on ‘Xavier ‘ with his middle name to be Kyle just like Max had. The wizard didn’t want his son to be named after anyone in particular like he was named after his muggle grandfather, not that he didn’t like it, he was very close to his grandpa George after all.
When Christina was dilated enough Max had assumed that everything would go as expected, the screaming would ensue, along with the cussing and the threats to break every bone in his body. All of what he had strangely looked forward to from the day they had learned they were to be parents. But none of that had followed, her healer had uncovered something was wrong very soon after the clocked ticked over to 9am and they had called immediately for his sister, Renee. The last sight he had of his girlfriend was in tears surrounded by a bunch of medical field. “Max, we’ll look after her, we promise” his sister had told him as she ushered him out of the room. “You have to, both of them…” he trailed off as he turned and willingly left the room, running his hand through his hair with worry.
“Sit down Max..” his father said to him softly as his gaze shifted from Max to the baby he held in his arms . “No, dad..” he replied not shifting his eyes away from his son. His son had just died in his arms and he was not willing to let go. He was intelligent enough to know he’d have to soon, but not yet. His son looked peaceful, he’d welcome any sound from Henry now, he had already lost on love earlier and now he had lost another. The tears cascaded down his cheeks as he continued to look over his son’s features, his eyes were closed, Max would never know what his eyes were like, were they brown like Christina’s or blue like his. The wizard had come into Mungo’s looking forward to so much, watching his son crawl, helping him with his schoolwork, everything a new parent should be entitled to, but now nothing.
When they had handed him his son, they had asked Max to alert them if anything changed with his breathing, if at all it improved from shaky to normal, that was five hours ago now but it had only worsened. Max looked to his father finally and sighed, he didn’t want to see the look his father gave him, nor the one from Ashley or Renee. He wanted the smiles from Christina, the cries from his baby but nothing. It was surreal and right now he didn’t’ know what to do and so he cried.
