[thoughtless]

He grunted as he came to. His head was spinning. Blood dripped from his nose and seeped from the gash in his arm. Every part of him ached but he was alive. Gingerly he pulled himself into a sitting position, groaning with every movement, and sagged against the wall for support. Blearily he looked around. The street was still empty and the sky was dark. He was alone.

“Mmmmm….” He moaned as his belly began to tighten. “Ahhh…huhh….huuhhhh…”

He panted through it as the seconds ticked on, but it wasn’t enough. It took hold didn’t let go. . He could feel bile burning in his throat. His body tensed and he pressed his hand firm against the sides of his belly, hoping to counter the pressure He arched his back and shifted his hips as the pain grew stronger. His panting grew into a wheeze and whine before the pain reached its peak. He took a breath and looked down at his fluid stained pants, still unsure if they were ruined with blood or his waters. Either way his baby was coming.