| There's the blood againFitzpatrick back-at least I could have a
cup of water for pity's sake, I'm dry as a boneStop that kicking,
baby, you don't have to act like a horse just because we're on a tack
tableStop it! You just make me bleedWait till the doctor comes,
then you can get outTruth to tell, I'll be glad to be rid of you
It sure was easier starting you than it is finishing you No, I
mustn't think about Rhett, I'll go crazy if I doWhy doesn't it stop
raining? Pouring, more like itThis is an
honest to goodness stormFine time I picked to have a baby, to have
my discount hermes water break why is it red? Am I going to bleed to death on a
tack table, for God's sake, without so much as a cup of tea? Oh, how
I'd love some coffeeSometimes I miss it so much I want to scream
oh Lord, more gushingAt least it doesn't hurtHardly a
contraction at all, more a twitch or something Then why does so
much blood gush out? What's going to happen when the real labor
starts? Dear God, there'll be a river of blood, all over the floor
Everybody'll have to wash their feetFitzpatrick
has a bucket of feet waterI wonder if she hollers before she throws
it out? I miu miu nappa wonder where the hell she is? As soon as this is over I'm
going to fire her-no references, either, at least nothing she'll want
to show anybodyRunning off and leaving me dying of thirst here all
by myselfDon't kick like thatYou're more like a mule than a
horseI'm not going to lose hold of myself,
I'm notThe O'Hara doesn't do that kind of thingWhat was that? The doctor? Mrs"Are you doing all right, MrsO'Hara?"
"Just fine," said The O'Hara"I've brought sheets and blankets and
soft pillowsSome men are coming with a mattressCan I do
anything
for you?"
"I'd like some water omega watch orange Scarlett propped herself on an elbow and drank
thirstily"Who's getting the doctor?"
"ColumHe tried to cross the river for the doctor in Adamstown, but
he couldn't make itI'd like some more water please, and a fresh sopperThis
one's soaked throughFitzpatrick tried to hide the horror on
her face when she saw the blood-soaked towel between Scarlett's legs
She wadded it up and hurried to one of the stone sinks with it
Scarlett looked at the trail of bright red drops on the floor
That's part of me, she told herself, but she couldn't believe it
She'd had lots of cuts in her chanel quilted bags life, as a child playing, when she was
hoeing cotton at Tara, even when she pulled up the nettlesPut them
all together and they'd never bled as much as that towel had in it
Her abdomen contracted and blood gushed onto the table
Stupid woman, I told her I needed another towel"What time does
your
watch say, MrsFitzpatrick?"
"Five-sixteen
"I reckon the storm's making travel slowI'd like some water and
another towel, pleaseNo, come to think of it, I'd like some tea,
with plenty of sugar Give the woman something to do and maybe
she'll
quit hanging over me like an chanel pearls umbrella |
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