Iknowthatthemucusflowingoutofmynavelispainless,butbeforeitflowsout,ithurts!It'skillingme.
Keithsitsbythebedholdingmyhandtightly,watchingmyabdomenmovebackandforth,andletmeguess,itwillmakeherreadytoleaveme.
Iclenchedmyteeth,andsoonafterthepaindisappeared,theclearliquidoozedoutofmynavel.Thestomachachejustnowdisappearedquickly,asifnothinghadhappened.Butstrangely,mynaveldidn'tstickoutlikeitdidwhenKeithwasborn,soIlookedathimcuriously.
"Keith..."
"Ifyoudon'thelp,theembryoswon'tcomeout,"Keithrepliedwithoutwaitingformetoask.
"Whatareyouwaitingfor?Justdoit,"Isaid,lettinghimbeathisheart,andinafewminutesIcouldseemyson'sface.
Keithnodded,hishandsonhisabdomen,hishairandeyebrowswrinkled,asifwaitingforsomethingtomovebetweennavelandnavel...
Darkness...
Breakingmynavel,Iamexpressionless!
DamnKeith!Isn'titenoughforyoutobreakthroughfromtheinsideandbreakthroughfromtheoutside?