[The second there's blood is the split second that horror covers his face. No. No, Hilda. You're supposed to be okay-
No, don't think like that. Hilda can pull through this. Hilda's strong enough for this. He has to believe in her. He has to believe that she'll be okay, that their baby will be okay, that it will all turn out okay.
He forces himself to keep from trembling, from doing anything but maintaining his position as an emotional pillar. Come on, Hilda.]
You're almost there. You can do this. You'll both pull through this. [His voice is level as usual, and he holds onto her hand with both of his. He refuses to look at anything but her face with the fear that his composure will collapse if he does anything else.]
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No, don't think like that. Hilda can pull through this. Hilda's strong enough for this. He has to believe in her. He has to believe that she'll be okay, that their baby will be okay, that it will all turn out okay.
He forces himself to keep from trembling, from doing anything but maintaining his position as an emotional pillar. Come on, Hilda.]
You're almost there. You can do this. You'll both pull through this. [His voice is level as usual, and he holds onto her hand with both of his. He refuses to look at anything but her face with the fear that his composure will collapse if he does anything else.]