[thoughtless]

Kent knelt on the floor by the foot of his bed, rocking back and forth as yet another contraction ripped through his body. Rain pounded hard on the pane of his window and a small television in the corner played news coverage on mute, showing the continuing destruction from the storm. The bridge into their small town had been washed away by floor waters. That was four days ago. Three days ago, Kent had gone into labor.

He gripped the bed-frame for support, leaning his sweat-drenched forehead against the antique wooden rails. His light blond hair clung to the back of his neck and his knuckles whitened as the contraction crested through his tight, hard, belly. His thin legs shook as the pain took hold.

"NGHHHHHHH!" He cried through gritted teeth. "Huh...huh...huh...UGHHHHHHH!!"