Birth
“PUSH!” That voice, shouting, almost screaming, jolted me back into consciousness like an electric shock. Back in my body, back with the pain -
“PUSH!!!”
Gasping, I push.
“AGAIN! PUSH!”
Screaming, I push.
“How much longer?” I sob. “How – much – longer!”
“As long as it takes” came the answer. “Now, PUSH!”
“How many more?” I whimper. “I… I can't handle any more…”
“Yes you can. PUSH! PUSH as many as there is to push!” answered the voice.
Then, through my agonizing push I hear another voice, quieter, nearer: “We didn't rear you to be our Queen for nothing.”
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