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"Be nice to the nice doctor, kiddo." Jeremy sighed as he patted his mate's stomach one last time and then turned to go back to his former spot. "Do your thing, Sanders. But when it's time to take it out, you need to do that yourself because I told it that you were helping." He said breathlessly. "We wouldn't want it throwing another person would we?"
"We definitely wouldn't." The doctor chuckled. "Scalpel." He called.
The medical team went to work. Cutting, dissecting, suctioning, and doing all that they needed to do to get to the baby. At a point, Jeremy actually felt dizzy from all the pain. He just couldn't handle it. When everyone in the theater felt a sudden crackle of power permeate the air, they all stilled. Even the doctors paused in what they were doing.