INSIDE THE ROYAL PALACE, ROYAL HEALING CHAMBERS
ZAVIER
I hated everyone, specifically Adam, and the healer, and whoever invented childbirth. Especially whoever invented childbirth.
"This is your fault."I hissed for approximately the fourteenth time while another contraction nearly killed me spiritually.
"I know."Adam looked devastated instantly.
"I can not believe you agreed that this was a good idea."I said.
"I did not think this part would hurt this much."Adam said.
"WHAT OTHER PART WOULD IT HURT?"I asked angrily.
"That was badly phrased."Adam muttered.
"YOU THINK?"I groaned.
Another contraction hit hard enough that I grabbed the front of Adam's shirt violently.
"Oh gods."I gasped.
The healer calmly continued preparing medical supplies like I was not actively dying.
"Breathe."The healer ordered.
"I AM BREATHING."I groaned.
"You stopped for several seconds."She said.
"I was emotionally overwhelmed."I said.
"That is medically unhelpful."She said.
