Dylan x Anastasia
The ticking of the clock was probably the most noticeable sound in the room. Her last exam had finally been here. And she was scared as hell that she’d fail. For just a second, she went in sure she’d forget everything she’d ever learned and wouldn’t be able to name off a single piece of information she knew she should have had. Sure enough though, she’d managed. She ignored the slight irritations of clicking pencils and pens, the clock baring down on her, the supervising teacher’s sighs as they seemed unimpressed with their magazine. Halfway through was when the cramping had starter. Braxton Hicks, she had been expecting those. This last week had been awfully hellish for them actually. She even managed to stay on task despite her discomfort. And eventually, the test was done. It was only a matter of waiting until the teacher dismissed them when the allotted time was up. The false labor contractions got worse, and she tried not to show her discomfort notably. Twenty minutes. She had this. Finally, she heard the beeping of the timer and quickly rose from her seat, as soon as she stood, she felt the rush of wetness down her legs, and saw a crimson soaking through her jeans. Panic rushed her. Things happened quickly from there, really quickly. A student noticed the blood, and soon the teacher was over, helping her back to a seat while they called for an infirmary escort. There was a wheelchair, a lot of people fussing. When she got to the infirmary there were machines quickly attached, blood work, tests, sonograms. Her diagnosis, premature labor. Not something comforting at seven months. Ana was trying to keep calm, constantly reminding herself to keep a clinical brain about her as she sat in the hospital bed. They wanted to avoid the labor, but there were doctors on standby to take her to the bigger hospital if they couldn’t. Clinical mind. She kept reminding herself. She would be a doctor if she passed. She had to stay calm. So she called the sitter to pick up the twins and shot off a text to Dylan, who had already been notified by nurses as her emergency contact. Though she knew they didn’t give the full story over the phone. She just wanted him to know she was okay, in case he’d heard rumors for the three or four other royals who’d been taking the test.