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Alex was sick of their banter, but he kept quiet. He focused on his breathing and the baby. That was the most important thing. His priority. He massaged his stomach with gentleness, feeling the pain radiate practically everywhere. He felt like he was dying. He gasped heavily, catching himself on the bed frame. He arched his buttocks in their direction. He was comfortable that way for now. "Gcuys... Can I drink? I beg you to give me a drink," he moaned, feeling his mouth dry. Immediately he looked for a hand so he could catch himself, and then two hands caught his wrist. Dom and Daniel.