Living In Pain

Prologue

"Just grab a kid and go!" A voice hissed.

It was late night in the Wolverhampton Hospital maternity ward, and two men, dressed as nurses, hovered in the room where they kept the newborns.

"What if one of these is a celebrities kid? One of them could be worth way more than another!" The other man whispered back.

"Just fucking grab one, we don't have much time," the first man said angrily. "If we stay here too long, we could get caught! So grab a kid, Ryan."

The man named Ryan hesitated, then scooped up the tiniest child, wrapped in pink blankets.

"Theyll probably assume she died and someone took her to the morgue," Ryan told the other man. I'll take her. Let's go, Adam."

The two of them took off.

Minutes later, a woman could be heard throughout the whole unit, screaming and crying.

"No!! No, no, no!!!" She yelled. She sat curled in her bed, sobbing at the loss of her would-have-been fourth child. "You can't tell me that my baby is dead!!! The last time this happened you revived my son! Now youre saying you couldn't revive my daughter?!"

One of the nurses attending the woman rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. "Karen, the doctors did the best they could, but she passed away too fast for them to do anything. Do you think they want to have the thought of letting a child die be on their conscience for the rest of their lives? Every single death they've been present for haunts them for their whole life."

"I don't care!!" Karen wailed. "I want my baby back! At least let me hold her once more!"

"I'm afraid we can't do that, madam," the doctor said quietly. "Someone has already taken her to our infant morgue."

Karen's sobbing continued for months, grieving over the child she would never hold again.