#pulchritudinousalbion

[ceannuidhebard]

Arthur, Arthur, Arthur... Artie.... Artieeeee

[ceannuidhebard]

pulchritudinousalbion replied to your post: //Peeks in--???//

//Knocks on the door—??//

*And now she's awake.*

Arthur...

[ceannuidhebard]

//Peeks in--???//

*She's dozing in the bed, wrapped up in her blanket from home. She might wake up if she hears the door close or someone coming in*

[ceannuidhebard]

*Welp, this is it, she's to the point where contractions are coming every couple of minutes and they've got the midwife in there and Cat may be doing her best to attempt to break Hugh's hand every time she's told to push.* 

[ceannuidhebard]

--Does it fuckin' look like yer an uncle yet?

[ceannuidhebard]

*She's been in here for nearly two days with little success of knowing exactly why she's being held. As far as she can tell, she's just exhausted, though there's been a disturbing lack of kicking from the child inside her. She's been texting Arthur and other people just to keep from feeling lonely and bored and hateful towards herself, except now there's a sharp pain that's growing despite any painkillers that were safe enough to give her despite being pregnant. 

Oh... that feels like a rush of water between her legs... oh... oh fuck. She's just going to keep hitting the nurse call button while trying not to scream or cry in pain.*

[queenwrappedinlace]

♠ (( I'M SORRY ))

… Oh, my God! -Her eyes would widen like two huge grey buttons, immediately turning around to shield the view. However, it’s in the spur of a moment that she gives in to pay just a glance- … So that’s what the Big Ben looks like.

[ceannuidhebard]

*The news is blown up with stories of a murderous rampage in Edinburgh, all the victims having nothing in common except the look half eaten. Authorities are warning people to stay inside after dark. Catrina is passed out on a park bench, covered in blood, and is so out of it, she doesn't come round when a passerby finds her and calls an ambulance. There's a flurry of activity when she's gotten to the hospital, and one poor soul gets the task of trying to find a contact or relative.*