Florian groaned as another contraction hit his body, his fist clenched as he tried to focus in something other than the pain. "Why is this happening to me?" he thought to himself as he rubbed his huge and round belly "i'm only 23 years old, i can't be pregnant. How can i care for babies if i can't even care for myself?". He tried to look on the mirror, and saw that his short and wavy black hair was still a mess, since he hadn't stopped to comb it before going to the hospital, and his blue eyes made his fear obvious to anyone that looked at him. He took deep and steady breaths until the cab driver looked at him with a somewhat annoyed expression and said "We're here" as he parked the car in front of the institute.
Florian didn't like the driver (who had asked him, in an irritated tone, if Florian 'was going to give birth in his car' as soon as he noticed he was pregnant. Florian was already 9 months pregnant with triplets and had started to feel the first contractions during the night, so decided to go to the hospital. When he arrived there, though, they said they didn't do male deliveries and recommended the institute.
After recovering from the contraction, Florian paid the man for the drive and opened the car's door. He got out of the car and looked at the driver, who now had an apologetic look on his face. The man looked back at him and said "Good luck" with the same tone as before and drove the car away, leaving Florian alone. The pregnant young man turned his back from the street to lock at the clinic, which looked like any other hospital should look like. He took one last breath before entering the place and walking into the desk.
"Hello..." he said to one of the secretaries "My name is Florian, Florian Davis, and i... uh... Well, you can see what my problem is" he said, pointing down at his own belly "I started to feel some contracions last night and i think i might be in labor, but i'm not sure yet." He looked to the right and saw another pregnant guy, which seemed to be in severe pain, talking to the other secretary. "In labor too, huh?" he asked to the guy, trying to distract himself and maybe the other guy too.
Florian didn't like the driver (who had asked him, in an irritated tone, if Florian 'was going to give birth in his car' as soon as he noticed he was pregnant. Florian was already 9 months pregnant with triplets and had started to feel the first contractions during the night, so decided to go to the hospital. When he arrived there, though, they said they didn't do male deliveries and recommended the institute.
After recovering from the contraction, Florian paid the man for the drive and opened the car's door. He got out of the car and looked at the driver, who now had an apologetic look on his face. The man looked back at him and said "Good luck" with the same tone as before and drove the car away, leaving Florian alone. The pregnant young man turned his back from the street to lock at the clinic, which looked like any other hospital should look like. He took one last breath before entering the place and walking into the desk.
"Hello..." he said to one of the secretaries "My name is Florian, Florian Davis, and i... uh... Well, you can see what my problem is" he said, pointing down at his own belly "I started to feel some contracions last night and i think i might be in labor, but i'm not sure yet." He looked to the right and saw another pregnant guy, which seemed to be in severe pain, talking to the other secretary. "In labor too, huh?" he asked to the guy, trying to distract himself and maybe the other guy too.