Key Eleven: Birth:
Allen looked around for help. He didn't understand the point of doing so, but he felt that he had to try and help Ophelia in any way. His pal wasn't handling her situation so well.
"I'm going to die!" she screamed. Allen rushed over to her side.
"You're going to die," he assured her. "I will get you help."
"From where?!" Ophelia shouted. "There is nobody in this damn hospital!" Allen tilted her head at him.
"What do you mean?" he asked. His companion gave off an awkward laugh.
"Look around us," she said. "This is hell. We angels are in hell for our own reasons."
"What are you talking about?" Allen asked. Ophelia let off another scream of pain instead.
"Help me!" she whimpered. "The baby's coming!" The leader snapped back into attention and began rushing around.
"Right," he said. "I'll go get you some towels and medical supplies." Allen raced down the hall to find a supply closet. He came back with a full medical kit in his arms. The angel's jaw dropped at what he saw.
"Is that… the head?" he asked.
"Yes!" Ophelia shouted.
"Right! Uh… okay! Hang on!" Allen shouted. He set up the towels and medical supplies for the baby to be born.
"Okay, push! Push!" the leader shouted. "You can do it, push!"
"Oh! I don't want this baby!" Ophelia shouted. "Take this little devil away me!" She pushed for close to nine hours. The baby was born and the angel lay on her back, panting. Allen picked up the child.
"You want to hold him?" he asked. Ophelia quickly shook her head.
"No, get that little monster away from me! I don't want to see him again!" she shouted. The leader didn't get it at first.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "He's your own…" Allen happened to look down at the baby in his arms. A look of terror came over his head. He let off a loud gasp before dropping the child to the floor. It didn't even make a sound. Allen broke into shortness of breath and trembling.
"W-W-What is that?!" he shouted.