The screamed order was shrill and terrible sounding, more desperate than anything she’d ever said in her life before. Narashi was out of sight as she was wheeled around the corner, but not before she saw his face as he started to turn. He would get her husband. She trusted him.
An unbearable wave of pain rushed through her again, bringing her back to the present. Someone screamed and it wasn’t until she realized that the hallway was empty that it had escaped from her own lips. Nothing had ever hurt like this before. It was a searing burning, like a hot flame from within her trying to engulf her from the inside out. Everything about it terrified her. Her baby…their baby….
“Kanmuri-san,” a calm voice called from above her. The medic’s frantic eyes looked up at the source of the voice. Dr. Ikusei hovered above her as she was rapidly raced down the hallway towards the surgical ward. Kanmuri’s doctor’s face was calm, her smile soft, but her eyes told a different story and it did nothing to soothe the Byakko’s mind. “Everything will be alright, we’re going to take care of you both.”
Everything was going to be alright? How could that be possible? Something was terribly, terribly wrong. She was only six months along, give or take…he was nowhere near ready to come into the world yet. She could still feel blood pouring out of her…he could be drowning in it. How could she say everything was alright? Nothing was alright.
Narashi was right, she was such an idiot. A walk. That’s all she had wanted. She hadn’t even realized where was heading until she was already there. She’d smiled when she’d seen him practicing beyond the trees, half out of a sort of jealousy that she hadn’t been able to perform any jutsu in six months, since finding out she was pregnant. Using jutsu while pregnant was extremely dangerous for a kunoichi with a myriad of risks and complications it posed to both the mother and fetus: abortion, improper development of the baby’s chakra system, and permanent damage to the mother’s network, to name a few. She’d been so careful not to even heal the smallest cut or create the smallest flame on her finger. But why had she had to get so close to his training grounds? It was stupid. She’d fallen, landed on him. Not even a mother yet and already she was struggling to take care of him.
Voices whirled around her. Occasionally the lights seemed to fade slightly, her eyelids drooping as her body tried to protect her mind from the trauma, but each time another scorching pain would wrack her body and she’d be pulled back to the surface. She could hear herself screaming each time, but each time it seemed hard to believe that it was really her making that raw, animalistic noise.
She was on an operating table, she registered, right after she’d been lifted up and placed back down onto another table. A mask was over her face, but she knew it was just oxygen. Anesthetic was too risky to give to her because it could hurt her baby too.
“Natsu…,” she whispered his name almost groggily as she barely felt a small pinch, such a small pain compared to what she’d had to endure up to this point. A nurse next to her squeezed her hand and offered words of reassurance and encouragement, but Kanmuri hardly recognized them. Why wasn’t Raiden there yet?
Suddenly there was blessed relief. A numbness began to tingle in her abdomen…someone must be putting the fire out. She let out a bit of a sigh, relieved at the momentary ease of pain. There was still discomfort, pressure, a kind of aching, but nothing was burning anymore. The relief however brought her clarity. Her eyes widened a bit as she tried to lift her head up, but saw only a sheet separating her from whatever was happening below her waist. Gentle hands smoothed over her arms and for a second her heart leapt at the thought it might be Raiden. She glanced up at the nurse’s face above her and disappointment flooded through her as she saw her instead of her husband.
“What’s happening…?” Kan managed to hoarse it out, but the nurse merely shook her head, still smiling behind her mask and told Kan not to worry. The medic furrowed her brow as she recognized the expression. She’d used it herself to calm family down when things were not looking optimistic. That’s what was happening now.
But then, on top of everything else, all of the monitors beeping, the hospital staff talking, the doctors calling things out to one another she heard two words clearly.
Kan’s eyes widened and she immediately tried to sit up again, soft hands holding her down so she couldn’t see. Her eyes managed to catch a glance of a doctor carrying her child away from her, placing him on a table on the other side of the surgical suite. She was a kunoichi, she should be able to fight against these civilian’s grips holding her down, but she found her body was heavy and she was exhausted. That didn’t stop her from calling out.
“Where is he? Can I see him? Is he alright? Why isn’t he crying?!”
She was screaming again, but no one would answer her, frantic voices were calling from behind the curtain separating her from the truth. It didn’t even register to her that Natsu not breathing wasn’t the only thing that was wrong.
She could hear things being yelled out at once. “Damn it, the bleeding isn’t stopping.” “He’s still not breathing.”
Kan’s head shot up again at the second sentence. “You have to DO something!”
“Put her under, now!” a firm voice called out above all the rest.
No…no, no I have to see him, please don’t….she thought to herself, but she couldn’t speak anymore. Her body was growing heavier by the second. Her eyes were closing despite how much she tried to will them open. Her tongue was thick and she could no longer speak. She felt the resistance against her arms from the nurses ease up as her body relaxed against the operating table. Everything faded to black.