Chapter One Hundred and Eight

Chapter One Hundred and Eight

Michael’s Point of View

I felt so fucking helpless, there was nothing I could do for her. Ella was laying here, writhing in pain and I was just.. Sat there. Feeling like an absolutely awful person. I would take on all her pain if I could, but obviously, that wasn’t possible.

The Maternity nurse said that because Ella was too far gone into her Labour by the time she arrived at the hospital, they couldn’t give her an epidural. Her waters had broken in the ambulance on the way.

I had helped her undress and get into a thin and comfortable nightdress, she didn’t want one of the hospital gowns, but once she was changed, I helped her back up onto the bed and stayed by her side. The Nurse had put her legs up, preparing her for giving birth.

‘When was the last time you went to the toilet?’ She asked. What the fuck kind of question was that?

‘Um... I-I don’t remember, is that important right now?’ Ella asked, breathing heavily.

‘It is, a full bladder might ma