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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: two
Set in the Spontoon Island universe. All characters mine.
Medical care in the Spontoon Archipelago, at least of the non-native or traditional variety, was centered on Meeting Island Hospital and the doctors who had either come to the islands from other nations or who had come from the Spontoons and returned with medical licenses in paw. The Hospital was a fine example of Art Deco architecture, and was supposed to be a quiet place for patients to heal.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!”
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
The scream echoed down the hall of the hospital’s obstetrics unit, causing a few of the nurses on the night shift to shake their heads as cries of pain and feminine rage caused them to twitch their ears. One or two murmured prayers, while more simply shrugged.
The mother had only herself to blame, refusing morphia or ether to ease the pangs of childbirth.
Inside the delivery room, the doctor mopped spittle off his face and put on a new mask. In the fifth hour of her labor, the red panda femme had only gotten more obstreperous. “Mrs. Wo,” he said, “you – “
“SHUT UP AND GET THIS OUT OF ME!” Wo Shin shouted, following the English with a spate of insults in Cantonese and Mandarin that had one nurse’s ears straight down in horrified embarrassment. Shin thrashed on the bed, nearly pulling her feet out of the stirrups but pinned to the mattress by her gravid belly. She finally focused on the tall Manchurian tiger standing in one corner. “YOU!” she yelled before collapsing back to the bed, panting.
Wo Fang grinned at his wife. “What?”
“You . . . you did this to me,” his wife gasped.
“You wanted it,” the tiger pointed out to his wife.
Shin ground her teeth as another contraction rippled through her abdomen. “I . . . swear, Fang, he’s as big as you are . . . “ She relaxed, panting, and muttered something in Spontoonie that was hardly complimentary.
Fang’s ears flicked and his striped tail twitched. “I’ll get right on that.”
“Nnnggggh . . . “
The doctor recognized what was happening and got into position. “Mrs. Wo! Deep breath and PUSH!”
The red panda femme screamed and her eyes went wide as a baby’s hoarse cry was heard. “I-Is – “
The doctor grinned behind his mask. “It’s a boy – oh, damn,” and he gave the infant to a nurse to clean up as another contraction went through Shin’s body. “Brace yourself! PUSH!”
The scream this time was far quieter, but the mother’s ears flicked at another cry. “What - ?”
“A girl, Mrs. Wo. You have twins.”
“Twins?!” she gasped, eyes closed and traces of blood staining the sheets from where her claws had dug into her palms. Her eyes opened and she tossed her head from side to side, finally seeing her husband. Fang had been watching the nurse as she cleaned and weighed the babies. “F-Fang?”
He very carefully grabbed her wrists before leaning over her. She’d punched him in the face four hours earlier, and no one had ever claimed that the tiger was a slow learner. “Shin?”
“Love you.”
He smiled. “I love you too, Clown Face.” His ears cocked forward. “Still want me castrated?”
She shook her head wearily. “I changed my mind.”
He laughed and leaned in to kiss her. “I didn’t know you were . . . “ she said.
“I said I’d put a kitten in you,” Fang pointed out, “and I guess I overdid it.” He glanced up as the doctor and a nurse bearing two swaddled infants came up to the bed. Fang looked, and whistled. “Well, you don’t see that every day.”
The nurse held them so that Shin could see. The two infants had light, almost blonde fur, like many red panda children, but the twins also had deep, almost chocolate-brown stripes and their tails were thinner-furred and slightly longer than normal. “They’re beautiful,” Shin declared as a second nurse propped her up slightly and undid her gown so she could start breast-feeding her children.
“Yes, they are,” Fang agreed, beaming proudly.
The doctor and nurses busied themselves with cleaning Shin up and taking her feet out of the stirrups. The bed was wheeled out of delivery to a recovery room, and one nurse murmured a prayer to thank the gods.
Another nurse went to the phone.
After the usual random clicks and staccato buzzes, the phone was picked up at the other end.
“Spontoon Constabulary, Sergeant Tamatoa – oh, hi Emma. She had it?” The other constables in the area suddenly stopped what they were doing and paid close attention. “Okeh . . . let me get a pencil . . . weight . . . length . . . What? What? Oh, um, wow . . . Okeh, Emma. Take care.” He set the pawset down in its cradle.
“Well, Sarge?” one constable asked.
“Twins.”
A collective gasp echoed in the room as a succession of jaws dropped.
One constable, a sea otter, finally voiced what no one had managed to utter.
“There’s gonna be TWO of them!?”
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: two
Set in the Spontoon Island universe. All characters mine.
Medical care in the Spontoon Archipelago, at least of the non-native or traditional variety, was centered on Meeting Island Hospital and the doctors who had either come to the islands from other nations or who had come from the Spontoons and returned with medical licenses in paw. The Hospital was a fine example of Art Deco architecture, and was supposed to be a quiet place for patients to heal.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!”
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
The scream echoed down the hall of the hospital’s obstetrics unit, causing a few of the nurses on the night shift to shake their heads as cries of pain and feminine rage caused them to twitch their ears. One or two murmured prayers, while more simply shrugged.
The mother had only herself to blame, refusing morphia or ether to ease the pangs of childbirth.
Inside the delivery room, the doctor mopped spittle off his face and put on a new mask. In the fifth hour of her labor, the red panda femme had only gotten more obstreperous. “Mrs. Wo,” he said, “you – “
“SHUT UP AND GET THIS OUT OF ME!” Wo Shin shouted, following the English with a spate of insults in Cantonese and Mandarin that had one nurse’s ears straight down in horrified embarrassment. Shin thrashed on the bed, nearly pulling her feet out of the stirrups but pinned to the mattress by her gravid belly. She finally focused on the tall Manchurian tiger standing in one corner. “YOU!” she yelled before collapsing back to the bed, panting.
Wo Fang grinned at his wife. “What?”
“You . . . you did this to me,” his wife gasped.
“You wanted it,” the tiger pointed out to his wife.
Shin ground her teeth as another contraction rippled through her abdomen. “I . . . swear, Fang, he’s as big as you are . . . “ She relaxed, panting, and muttered something in Spontoonie that was hardly complimentary.
Fang’s ears flicked and his striped tail twitched. “I’ll get right on that.”
“Nnnggggh . . . “
The doctor recognized what was happening and got into position. “Mrs. Wo! Deep breath and PUSH!”
The red panda femme screamed and her eyes went wide as a baby’s hoarse cry was heard. “I-Is – “
The doctor grinned behind his mask. “It’s a boy – oh, damn,” and he gave the infant to a nurse to clean up as another contraction went through Shin’s body. “Brace yourself! PUSH!”
The scream this time was far quieter, but the mother’s ears flicked at another cry. “What - ?”
“A girl, Mrs. Wo. You have twins.”
“Twins?!” she gasped, eyes closed and traces of blood staining the sheets from where her claws had dug into her palms. Her eyes opened and she tossed her head from side to side, finally seeing her husband. Fang had been watching the nurse as she cleaned and weighed the babies. “F-Fang?”
He very carefully grabbed her wrists before leaning over her. She’d punched him in the face four hours earlier, and no one had ever claimed that the tiger was a slow learner. “Shin?”
“Love you.”
He smiled. “I love you too, Clown Face.” His ears cocked forward. “Still want me castrated?”
She shook her head wearily. “I changed my mind.”
He laughed and leaned in to kiss her. “I didn’t know you were . . . “ she said.
“I said I’d put a kitten in you,” Fang pointed out, “and I guess I overdid it.” He glanced up as the doctor and a nurse bearing two swaddled infants came up to the bed. Fang looked, and whistled. “Well, you don’t see that every day.”
The nurse held them so that Shin could see. The two infants had light, almost blonde fur, like many red panda children, but the twins also had deep, almost chocolate-brown stripes and their tails were thinner-furred and slightly longer than normal. “They’re beautiful,” Shin declared as a second nurse propped her up slightly and undid her gown so she could start breast-feeding her children.
“Yes, they are,” Fang agreed, beaming proudly.
The doctor and nurses busied themselves with cleaning Shin up and taking her feet out of the stirrups. The bed was wheeled out of delivery to a recovery room, and one nurse murmured a prayer to thank the gods.
Another nurse went to the phone.
After the usual random clicks and staccato buzzes, the phone was picked up at the other end.
“Spontoon Constabulary, Sergeant Tamatoa – oh, hi Emma. She had it?” The other constables in the area suddenly stopped what they were doing and paid close attention. “Okeh . . . let me get a pencil . . . weight . . . length . . . What? What? Oh, um, wow . . . Okeh, Emma. Take care.” He set the pawset down in its cradle.
“Well, Sarge?” one constable asked.
“Twins.”
A collective gasp echoed in the room as a succession of jaws dropped.
One constable, a sea otter, finally voiced what no one had managed to utter.
“There’s gonna be TWO of them!?”
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Red Panda
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 40.2 kB
Huah, if you cross a res pander and a tiger, will it make a species so undogly covered in stripes that it can make it's own lightshow? Lovely little slice of life! You definitely brought out the pain-patience emotions that go into the childbirth struggle, with everyone bearing their own portion of it, emotionally or physically.
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