[SilentFeather]

Akira was ashamed for not knowing how to keep track of the contractions. He bit his lower lip nervously, feeling the discomfort of the twins as they became more and more unable to keep under control once the nine months became a long week overdue. He thought to himself, sighing heavily as he responded to the curious question of keeping count of labor he felt loud as the ring of a bells. Life was about facing struggle from without fear.

He shook his head sadly in response to the question of the pains being kept track of by the midwife. "Thank you so much Miss, I would love the wheelchair and thank you more for the room. I do not think that I can walk any further." He said with a faint but slightly noticeable smile at the outspoken, kind-hearted midwife.