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Tess opens her eyes, and to her left stands an older gentlemen, about 45 wearing all green. His name badge ( laminated in plastic) says Dr.Olman, OB/GYN.
-What the shit?- The man smiles and tilts his head to the side. "How are you Tess? That was quite a difficult labor, dear, I'm glad you are conscious now. You gave us quite a scare there!", the doctor says in a creepy over-happy tone. -What the hell is this fuckhead going on about?- "What? Where am I?" Tess says as she looks to her right, where a white wall stands, looking around, she realizes she is in a hospital room, devoted entirely to herself, with machine beeping repeatedly and monotonously. -Oh shit- "Where is my baby?", She asks. It felt so weird asking about her ..child.. In fact, she just got over the fact that she could call herself ....pregnant....and not feel weird about it. "Oh, you mean your special baby girl, well, she's right here in this basenet for you, she's been waiting to meet her mommy! Are you ready to see your little angel?" He asks, in his over-happy tone. -This guy is stealing drugs from the hospital pharmacy, I bet. Yes I want to see her god damn!- Tess nods and the doctor walks over to the plastic hospital basenet where a small bundle lay motionless , wrapped in a light pink blanket. "You know, ma'am, you look quite well for having such a strenuous labor. We almost had to cut her right out of you!" -Ooookay, thats on the top of my list of weird things a doctor could say to a patient..... He walks back to Tess, staring the little baby in the eyes. A small hand was visible, but Tess was too tired to even smile, she just stared at the incoming bundle. The doctor places the bundle in Tess's arms, and as she looks down... "TESSSS!", Lucien hollers. Tess sits straight up and gags. "What the fuck!", she yells as she scrambles to her feet. Lucien steps back and stares at her , she just starts to giggle maniacally, while wiping her face with her hands. "That was the most fucked up dream I have ever had....ever..."
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