Bundle of joy

ARYA’S POV The hospital was a blur of fluorescent lights and urgent voices. "We need a wheelchair here!" "How far apart are the contractions?" "Ma'am, can you tell me your due date?" I couldn't answer or barely think through the waves of pain crashing over me. About three nurses helped me into a wheelchair while Marco was beside me, his hand gripping mine so tightly it almost hurt. "Sir, you need to fill out these forms-" "I'll do it later," Marco said, not letting go of me. The nurse cleared her throat and pressed. "Sir, we need insurance information, medical history-" "Marco." I grabbed his shirt as another contraction built. "Go. Fill out the forms. I'll be… Arrgh!!” I couldn't finish. The pain was too intense. They started rolling me away, down a hallway that seemed to stretch forever. Marco's hand slipped from mine, and suddenly I was alone with strangers in scrubs, and panic seized me harder than any contraction. "Wait!" I twisted in the wheelchair, reaching back. "Marco! Please!