Kiss Me, Kill Me

Carrie felt her own quick gasp, but just as quickly she grabbed hold of her nerves and replaced them with the quiet calm she had learned patients needed from their MDs. “Lucky for you I came along, then. I’m a doctor.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. I’m on my way to start a new job at Shadow Falls General Hospital.”

“That’s where I’m going, too!” the girl said, but then she whimpered, and closed her eyes and hugged her middle. “God, that hurts.”

“Okay, breathe through it,” Carrie told her. “Like this.” And then she demonstrated, puffing short bursts of air from pursed lips.

The girl obeyed, and in a moment, as the pain eased, Carrie opened the rear door of the girl’s car and helped her in. “Come on, lie down on the backseat, where you can be more comfortable until I get us some help.”

“I think comfortable is impossible at this point.” But the girl moved anyway. Not far, though. She took two steps, then bent double once more, almost falling to her knees this time. She began puffing those short breaths again, and for the first time Carrie felt a real sense of alarm.

Hunkering down to be at eye level with the now-crouching mother-to-be, Carrie asked, “How far apart are the pains?”

“Almost constant,” the girl whispered between puffs.

“Okay. Okay,” Carrie said soothingly. She waited for the pain to pass, and then quickly moved the girl into the backseat. Clearly she was about to deliver a baby. Another birth pang came and went before she got the girl even half-undressed. Then Carrie had to leave just long enough to race to her own car and grab her bag. In seconds she was back, kneeling on the pavement beside the open car door.

“The pains only started an hour ago. I thought I’d have time to get to Shadow Falls.”

“Most women would have,” Carrie told her. “You’re being an exception to the rule today. But don’t worry. I can deliver your baby right here just fine. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Then why am I scared shitless?” the girl asked. “Unhh! Oh, God.”

Carrie tried to project confidence and hide her own nervousness—she’d delivered babies before, after all. Not on deserted country roads in the backseats of barely roadworthy cars, but she didn’t imagine many doctors had. She laid a calming hand on the girl’s bulging belly and felt the baby move inside. It instigated a wave of sadness, but she tamped it down. “It’s a miracle, you know. It’s a miracle you’re experiencing right now.”

“Miracles hurt!” Pant, pant, pant. “Have you ever—oh, hell!—delivered a baby before?”

“Dozens of them,” Carrie lied. She’d delivered three—exactly three—during her residency, but she’d never had to fly solo, without a nurse or sterile tools or gloves, not to mention a backup neonatal team standing by.

“I’d give anything not to have to do this,” the girl moaned.

“I’d give anything to trade places with you right now,” Carrie told her.

“You must be nuts, then—oh, hell, oh, hell, oh, hell!”

“Not nuts, just broken. I…I’ll never be a mom.” Maybe telling her that would make her realize what a blessing this event was. How important. How special.

The contraction passed, and the girl’s expression eased. She studied Carrie’s face. “You can’t have kids?” she asked.

Carrie met her eyes. “Nope. I was born with defective fallopian tubes and—”

“Oh, shit! Something’s happening. I have to push. I have to—”

“Go ahead, push.” Carrie got low and flattened her hands against the bottoms of the girl’s feet so she would have something to brace against. The contraction eased, and the girl fell back, heaving a sigh.

“Relax until the next contraction,” Carrie told her. “Then we’ll push again.”

“It’s odd, me meeting you out here like this,” the girl said.

“We haven’t officially met, though, have we?” Carrie pointed out. “I’m Carrie Overton. Doctor Carrie Overton. And you are…?”

The girl didn’t answer. She was gripped by another contraction, and then another, and the opportunity for conversation was gone, aside from the necessary bits. Breathe through it. Push harder.

It wasn’t long before the baby’s head came into sight. And with the next push, the shoulders began to emerge. “You’re so strong,” Carrie said. “This is going to be over in no time, hon. Two more pushes, maybe three.”

“I want it to be over with now!” the girl cried.

“I don’t blame you. Come on, push with me now.”

The girl pushed, and Carrie talked and comforted, and in short order she was holding a tiny, wriggling baby boy in her arms. He released a series of congested bleats, making her laugh softly. “A boy,” Carrie said. “And he’s got a great set of lungs on him, too.”

“Is he okay?” the girl asked. “I want him to be okay.”

“He’s fine. He’s absolutely…beautiful. God, look at him. He’s perfect.” Carrie sniffled, then tied off the cord, cut it and wiped the baby down as best she could with gauze and sterile water. She suctioned his nose and mouth with a small blue aspirator, wrapped him in her own jacket, and for just a moment held him in her arms, smiling down at his tiny face. When tears burned in her eyes, she blinked them away and gently placed the baby in his mother’s arms.

“You should try to nurse him,” Carrie whispered. She couldn’t speak any louder than that for the tightness in her throat. The idea of never being able to have a baby of her own…it was a constant twisting blade in her heart. She knew she would be a far better mother than her own volatile, passionate, hot-tempered mother had been. “I can hardly wait to see what he weighs,” she added, mentally trying to change the subject.

She helped the new mother clean herself up, got her sitting upright, watched her trying to nurse and then nodded. “Okay, listen. I passed a house a few miles back. I’m going to drive back there, see if I can use their phone to get an ambulance out here for you, and we’ll get you and your little guy to a nice clean hospital where you can recover properly. Okay?”

The girl lifted her face, her expression oddly detached. “I thought doctors all had those car phones nowadays.”

“Not this one. Not yet. Anyway, I doubt it would work out here even if I did. But I’ll be quick.”

“And you’ll come right back here?” the girl asked.

“Right back. I won’t be more than ten or fifteen minutes. And you’ll be fine, I promise.”

“And the baby, too? He’ll be fine, too, alone for that long?”

Carrie tilted her head. “He won’t be alone, honey. He has you.”

“I could fall asleep, or—”

“He’ll be fine. I promise.” Carrie started to back away, but the girl reached out and gripped her hand.

“This was supposed to happen. You finding me here. It was meant to be. I know it was.”

“Maybe so.”

“For sure. I knew a man once. He always said everything happens for a reason. And that if you want something bad enough, it can happen.”

“Well, I’ll bet you wanted help pretty badly. Maybe he was right.”

The girl nodded slowly, her gaze turned inward. “Please hurry back.”

“I promise. I’ll be just as fast as I can.”