Raxus never planned on being in the human hospital, in fact his journey here had carried him three hundred miles off the original course he had set out to follow. It was the simple feeling of longing that brought him here.
He stood in front of the glass doors, his warm palm resting against the cool glass. He watched as humans bustled about inside, shouting orders or crying; for happiness or pain, Raxus didn’t know.
He hated to involve himself in the emotions of humans. Humans were a messy breed, one he personally thought less of. Nevertheless, Raxus was here, the pulling he felt in his gut becoming much more demanding the more he thought about entering. Burring his personal feelings, Raxus pushed opened the glass doors and entered making no noise.
Raxus quickly found that hospitals were an assault on his heightened senses. The stark smell of cleaner and the brightness of the lights caused him to scrunch up his face in annoyance. He has never stepped foot in one before and was regretting it the deeper he walked inside.
White. That was the color he saw most. It intrigued Raxus; why would the humans decorate the room in such a blemish catching color? He ran his fingers down the wall as he walked, feeling the smooth plaster underneath. He had no idea where he was going, only following the pulling in his gut blindly.
Humans dressed in scrubs and white coats brushed passed him, but he didn’t worry about being caught. To humans, Raxus went almost unnoticed. It wasn’t that they couldn’t see him; they just chose to ignore his heavy presence. Humans were funny that way, refusing to see what they couldn’t accept or didn’t want to see.
The pulling in his gut grew stronger as he pushed open the heavy doors labeled Maternity Ward. The smell of fear, joy, and blood hit him like a truck, faltering his steps. Amongst the sounds of yelling and crying, he heard the cries of one woman somewhere deeper in the building and he knew this was where he needed to go. He pulled on the soft material of his shirt and gracefully glided down the hall, brushing past nurses and doctors. As he walked, Raxus took noticed to the look of emptiness in some of the humans eyes.
That was something Raxus admired in humans. Their uncanny ability to turn off emotion when it was in dire need. Sometimes, humans let their emotion get in the way of the job, clouding their abilities and minds but other times he found that they were able to turn off emotion.
The cries of the woman grew louder and Raxus stopped in front of a window, the blinds opened. The tugging in his gut was strongest here. The woman was grasping the sides of her small bed with sweaty hands. She was sitting with her legs spread apart, doctors and nurses piled around her. The woman had blond hair that was sticking to her sweat drench forehead, her eyes shut tight.
A man, dressed in blue scrubs, was holding her right hand. He had red hair and bright blue eyes, a smile on his tanned face. “Come on honey, push,” the man encouraged excitedly.
The woman drew in a breath and let out a loud scream, her head dropping back. Raxus watched in wonderment, his palm pressed against the glass. He couldn’t figure out why he was so enthralled with this; he had seen plenty of births in his life, and yet something kept him rooted to the spot. He watched as the woman began breathing quickly, the man holding her hand squeezing slightly. “Doing good honey, just one more push,” he said again, excitement sparking in his blue eyes.
She nodded her head and then screamed once more, grasping the man’s hand in a death grip. Then, over the woman’s heavy breathing and the doctor’s excited voices, Raxus heard the most beautiful sound ever to assault his ears. An infant’s cry.
His violet eyes snapped to a doctors gloved hands that held a small beautiful baby. The baby was covered in fluid and blood, its small hands waving around in the air. Raxus instantly knew why he was here and he scooted closer to the glass in anticipation. He watched as a nurse gently took the baby from the doctor’s hands, whisking her off to a back room. Though Raxus could not see the child any more, he could feel it.
He watched the entrance to the back room carefully, his sharp eyes never leaving the door way. His instincts told him to run and take the baby away from all of this, but his better judgment told him to wait; he would have his time soon enough. He vaguely heard the whispers of the man to the woman, congratulating her and soothing her, but his focus was on the child.