[pregcap]

“I am a patient, name’s Jason,” Jason answers quietly. He shifts and feels his belly bumping against the other person’s body—no doubt also a patient here. There is minimal lights here and the wardrobe is simply too small for two heavily pregnant men. Jason is feeling a little claustrophobic here, adding to his panic. He hopes that he won’t have to stay here for a long time—he is sure that he is a few hours away from pushing, at least that is what his midwife told him not long ago. And he is not if he can keep quiet—contractions hurts like a bitch.

“Ugh—you’re in labor too? How far apart are your contractions?”

His worry becomes greater when he hears gunshots and some screams—now he understands why he has to hide. But still—why here? And why is this happening when he is giving birth? He can’t believe his shitty luck. First, he got pregnant from a one-night stand, and now, this. He bit his lip again when another contraction hits—his contractions are only several minutes apart now.