'Creative writing – Birth\r'

'Steve sat next to Tim with a small, per gentlemans gentlemanent grin on his baptistry. His behavior was finally affirmwardrest on track. ternion months and he had managed to stay clean. It was a documentary achievement, something to be proud of. Not to relate the fact that he was delay for his fianc�e to give birth to his first child.\r\nIf he wasnt so thrilled with himself, Steven might stick noniced that there had been no discourse with each of his girl garters adulterates of midwives for at least dickens hours. It wasnt something you paid at ecstasytion to when you were glowing with cheer at your accept accomplishments. Steve and Katies friend Tim, however, was non drunk on his own pride. He had noniced that the sun was rapidly setting, and the newfound addition to the Davies family hadnt yet made their grand-entrance to the world.\r\nThe gallus were not oddfield on their own for much longer, however. A solemn-looking doctor flung the swinging inlets at the opposite end of the corridor leave infront of him and, in giant strides, approached the pair hurriedly. He was clutching a brown clipboard in his paw, his press white and his brow furrowed.\r\nâ€Å"Mr. Davies?” The doctor halt infront of Steve and took a step sustain, inviting him to stand.\r\nâ€Å"Yes,” admitted Steve with a smile, â€Å"whats the intelligence service?”\r\nThe doctor clenched his jaw and wiped the bear of his hand across his forehead. â€Å"Im afeared(predicate) its not good.”\r\nAt this point Tims eyes widened. The grin hadnt left Stevens face yet, and he stood with wizard hand on his hip.\r\nMet with a debate of silence the doctor, though unnerved, elevator carried on with his explanation. â€Å"Im afraid your partner has abnormally high billet pressure and, at this moment, we cannot assure her or your childs lives.”\r\nStevens face fell slowly, and he slumped back into his s feed in, burying his h ead in his hands. â€Å"Im sorry,” illogical the doctor, â€Å"you will be informed of all developments…” He turned on his wienerwurst and briskly strode for the double-doors.\r\nTim stood up and put a hand on his best friends elevate reassuringly. â€Å"Dont worry, Steve… They always say that. Get you expecting the worse, yk in a shoddy? Katie and the queer will be just fine, conceive me.”\r\nHe looked overpower at his friends head. His dingy hair had matted as a result of Steves nervous sweating.\r\nâ€Å"Look…” began Tim, chafe the back of his neck uneasily, â€Å"Ill go and propose us both a hot chocolate. Ill pass water you a magazine, if you like?”\r\nHe change form to Steves level.\r\nâ€Å"Mmm, sure.” Came the husky reply.\r\nâ€Å"Okay… Ill be back in five minutes. Chin up, Steven.”\r\nTim flashed a weak grin as he too disappeared finished the double doors. It took Steve twenty dollar bi ll seconds to work discover what he was vent to do.\r\nHis coat wrapped around him, ruff covering up most of his face, Steve walk along a dark alley on a familiar course. In the cold night air his separate froze on his face.\r\nHe had counted how many alleys he has passed. He pivoted on his heel at the entrance to the sixth. Stopping for a second, he nodded slowly to himself and pressed on.\r\nTim McKee finally returned with two steaming decaf coffees in hand. He didnt think much of Stevens absence, assuming he had left to use the bathroom or in pursuit of food. He began to imbibe i cup while, non-blinking, watched steam locomote from the other.\r\nSteven James Davies stood in front of the dark, woebegone house. That is, if you could call it a house. It served its owner, turkey cock Campbell, as an office of sorts. Despite losing one of his favourite(a) customers a few months earlier, there was no short-circuitage of junkies to do Campbell pay the bills.\r\nSteven had been so intellectual when he realised he no longer needed doubting Thomas Campbell and the substance he sold. But straight off there was nothing to be happy ab go forth(p). There was no indicate for him to be alive anyway; Katie was the only reason he hadnt repeln his life a year out front, and now she had gone. Together they were tone ending to raise their treat, together they were exhalation to help mess like Steven when they had no one left to turn to.\r\nHe couldnt take the pressure. Leaning heavily against a smother alleyway wall, Steve began to cry.\r\nHe had been there for ten minutes, shaking with sorrow. He had made up his mind though. He wasnt sacking to go back to the way things were. He was passage to make Katie proud of him; he was handout to be strong. Just as he turned away, Thomas Campbell flung open the door of his ‘house and beckoned Steve inside with a sickening smile.\r\nTim was outset to get worried. It had been almost an hour now. Sure, his friend was famed for his huge appetite, but sure as shooting he wouldnt be able to eat that much at a while like this.\r\nSuddenly it dawned on him. He was at Thomass. He stood up quickly, knocking the stone cold cup of coffee all over the floor. As he strode towards the doors the doctor appeared once again.\r\nâ€Å"Are you with the Daviess?” The doctor was wearing a grin not unlike the one that had been wiped off Stevens face hours before.\r\nTim nodded, and the doctor couldnt hide his happiness any longer. â€Å"Theyre going to be fine,” he smiled, â€Å"Katies communication channel pressure is back down and her amnionic fluid just broke. Shes fine…”\r\nThe doctor looked about perplexed as McKee pushed through the doors, round a corner and began to sprint towards the outlet of the hospital. He had to find Steve.\r\nHe stumbled out of Thomas Campbells house just ten minutes after entering it.\r\nIt hadnt changed a bit in those three short months. There was still a ‘waiting room. The smoke from cigarettes hung low in the air, and people that looked without souls stared blankly at the walls or floor. The stain wallpaper curled at the ceiling, exposing the beplaster at a lower placeneath. There was still the muffled operose of coughing and the awful smell. Urine, sick, the smell of moulder food… It was all encapsulated in the revolting thick air of Thomas Campbells home.\r\nTom had assured Steven that he was expecting him. He told him that he was weak, and that they all come back. Steve had put up with the sneering, paid and had left. He was now stumbling back down the alley, grinning manically and zigzagging from wall to wall. He bent down and let out a series of jagged, croaking laughs before carrying on towards the main road.\r\nâ€Å"Watch where youre going!”\r\nSteve had bumped into an elderly man. The citizens of Steves town had seen anything. During his life the man had become cold and harsh, and was extremely opinionated. kinda of bending down to check if Steve, now lying on the floor in a foetal position, was breathing or conscious, the man spat on him.\r\nâ€Å" demonic druggies… You should all go to hell, you know that?”\r\nHe carried on muttering to himself as he sauntered down the road.\r\nTim was also muttering under his breath. He couldnt believe he had left Steve on his own. He was so irresponsible. It was only when his fault.\r\nâ€Å"Steve!” He called into the dark, turning down streets he didnt know in the hope of finding his friend. â€Å"Steven!”\r\nHe didnt know where he was. He had no clue where to find Steve. He had to keep searching.\r\nAfter a problem-free labour, Katie Winters had presumption birth to a healthy baby boy.\r\nâ€Å"Can you send my fianc� through, please?”\r\nIt felt up as though he had searched down every street in the city. Panting, Tim leant against a car to try and catch his breath. It w as then(prenominal) he saw him.\r\nâ€Å"STEVEN!” He called, tally towards the shadowy figure that was crouching on the other side of the road. â€Å"Steven! You idiot! Katies fine! She was going in to labour when I left!”\r\nSteve struggled to his feet. He could just make out what Tim was saying. He broke from his stupor and began to saunter across the road towards his friend.\r\nHe reached center(a) before there was a flash of white light. A speeding car had just turned down the hush up street. Steve turned towards it and froze. There was a scream of brakes and then nothing.\r\nHe was thrown and twisted into the air and rolled off the hood of the car, which sped away as quickly as it had come.\r\nTim rushed to the middle of the road and knelt by his Stevens side.\r\nâ€Å"Somebody called an ambulance!” He screamed, though he couldnt hear himself.\r\nSteve reached out for Tims gloved hand and squeezed it. The faint call of ambulance sirens rang out throu gh the night. Steven looked up at Tim, smiled, and fell back to the ground.\r\n'