Hang in tight, guys. I’ve got an essay to write this week, and I was able to write a new part yesterday for you guys to chew on while I worry about that essay, which is due NEXT WEEK, omg… 
So I’ll have this out of the way, and I’ll be able to focus this week, haha. Enjoy what I have so far. Again, the chapter isn’t finished 'cuz for whatever reason, it seems to be coming really slow (I want to think things through first before they get written).
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Chapter Twelve
Part Two
“Oh, God no,” McCrea sputtered, scrambling to his feet as soon as WALL•E had spoken. He dashed for the closet and whipped his coat off its hanger. “Mo! Get your shoes on now! Eve’s having the baby!”
WALL•E anxiously tapped his hands together as he watched the two rushing to get ready to leave. Mo didn’t even have time to put on a jacket after hurriedly pulling on his sneakers, and as McCrea shoved him into the car, WALL•E wheeled through the snow to climb in the back. McCrea turned the key in the ignition several times, but the engine simply turned over and didn’t start.
“Can’t I drive, Uncle McCrea?” Mo asked as McCrea grumbled and moaned over the stubborn engine. “I have my learner’s permit now, and-”
“No, Mo; you’re not driving!” McCrea roared. “Especially not now with it being winter, and Eve over at the hospital in labor!” He turned his head back to look at WALL•E. “Is she in the early stages of labor or is she actually having contractions?”
WALL•E could only shrug in response. He had no idea what any of that meant. After sitting still for a few seconds to cool off some steam, McCrea tried the key again. Still, it wasn’t starting.
“Come on, dang stupid car!” he yelled at it, leaning on the horn as if it would help. “You’re brand new! I won’t put up with this!”
“Would you chill out?!” Mo cried, getting just as frustrated. “Maybe if you stop overreacting, we’ll be able to figure out a way to get this working!”
And like a vocal cue, the vehicle started. McCrea instantly jammed it into reverse and shot down the driveway, apparently unaware of the thin layer of ice blanketing the main road. As soon as his spinning tires hit that black ice, the car went into a spin even before they had a chance to start down the road. They ended up facing the opposite way, and McCrea swore under his breath. Other than that, everyone in the car remained silent for a good minute. Mo slowly looked over at McCrea as he released his grip on the safety handle above his seat.
“At least I only have my learner’s permit,” he muttered. “I would have taken it slow and not gunned it down our icy driveway at 40 MPH.”
With a lot more bickering along the way, the three finally made it back to the hospital and hastily asked a receptionist for Eve’s room number. Mo was a bit nervous about going in the room by the time they got to it, as a nurse who had just come out had informed them that Eve had started having contractions just ten minutes prior to them arriving. McCrea heaved a sigh, looking over at Mo who had his arms tightly folded and his hood pulled over his head. His reluctance to go in was obvious.
“Mo, what are you worried about?” McCrea gently asked him. Mo shook his head and shrugged.
“I… I dunno,” he eventually managed, nervously shuffling his feet. “I just don’t think I’m ready to handle anything like that yet. I mean, I care about Eve and everything, but I’m not really ready to watch her - or anyone, really - have a baby.” He motioned toward the small waiting area just outside the maternity ward. “I’ll be right out there, so you don’t have to worry about me running off or anything.” McCrea smiled knowingly and gave Mo a pat on the back.
“It’s all right,” he replied. “I understand. Just sit tight, I’ll be out in a little while.”
WALL•E hadn’t even waited for Mo and McCrea to finish their conversation and headed into Eve’s room on his own. Compassion entwined with anguish numbed his circuits when he laid eyes on his precious Eve, who had hardly noticed him entering the room. Never in his life had he seen her in such a desperate, agonized state; her fragile fingers so tightly gripped the blankets that covered her, and tears endlessly streamed down her pale cheeks as she choked and gasped for breath. WALL•E felt something inside of him twisting and wrenching every ounce of love and compassion he could possibly feel out of him, and yet he was certain he didn’t have a heart that could do so. At the sound of her cries alone, everything inside of him wanted to break. But no matter how much he felt her pain, and no matter how much the agony welled up inside of him, not a single tear could be shed in reparation for her suffering - and his.
He approached her bedside, trembling in fear, and reached up to touch her, lifting his eyes up to hers as she gripped his hand in return. She acknowledged that he was there, but never looked his way.
“Eeva,” he whimpered, and he found that even his voice shook along with his body. Eve’s grip tightened. “Please… be… okay.”
McCrea walked into the room just as several nurses surrounded Eve’s bed and were getting ready for her to push again. He stood beside WALL•E and put a hand on her damp forehead, feeling his throat tightening with sobs to see her in this condition.
“Eve, you’re going to be okay,” he assured her, trying to remain as calm as he possibly could. “It’s going to be fine. Just listen to what they tell you to do, and it’ll all work out.”
Anguish unlike anything WALL•E had ever felt surpressed all other feeling as he fell silent and could only watch as Eve attempted to push once more. It was washed over by helplesness; knowing that he could do nothing to ease her pain or even remove it completely. Helplessness transcended into alarm at the sharp yells of the nurses, and the sudden jerk of Eve’s muscles.
“Something’s wrong with that baby, don’t push again,” a nurse urgently commanded her. Her eyes shot up to meet McCrea’s. “It’d be a good idea if you stayed out of the room for this one. It’s not looking good and I don’t think you wanna be in here for it.”
Another nurse pointed at WALL•E, almost appearing disgusted. “And get that thing out of here, too,” she told McCrea. “It doesn’t look sterile and could harm both her and the baby.” WALL•E yelped at the proposition and shook his head.
“No!” he defiantly cried. “WALL•E stay with Eeva!”
“Look, I’ll leave,” McCrea said to them, “but at least let the robot stay with her. She needs him here for this, and he’s not gonna hurt a thing.”
The nurses took turns exchanging confused looks, but ended up agreeing to let WALL•E stay for a little while longer - however reluctantly. Eve managed a small smile and placed her other hand on top of his, as if trying to convince him that she were fine. He returned the glance and held her hand tightly, yet not tight enough to crush her delicate, trembling fingers.
Slowly, he shook his head and let go of a sob. “I… won’t leave you… Eeva.”
Hmmm, I wonder if Mo getting his learner’s permit is a reference to any member in particular who has just gotten the same thing…? 
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