Raised in Dungeon
Chapter 174 My Belly Hurts

It hurts...

My belly hurts so much…

The anguish I'm experiencing surpasses any physical agony I have ever endured. Even though my twins have yet to take their first breath, the torment is on par with that of delivering a single child.

The waves of excruciating pain rip through my body, each contraction more intense than the last__

"Good, do it slowly; put a big pillow behind her neck. Pascoe, is the water done?!"

"Yes!"

"Put it here, don't forget the towel."

Allen came in with a potion in his hand and said, "Master, this is a healing potion and a stamina potion. Are six really enough?"

"Yes, the human body cannot receive more than five potions in a day. Give the stamina potion to Peter."

"Only the stamina potion?"

"Yes, keep the healing potion away from here first; don't let anyone here reach it besides you," Rodion said with an even more severe face.

"What should I do?" asked Peter.

"Hold your wife's hand and keep talking to her. Give her the stamina potion if she looks like she's about to faint. Remember, she only needs to drink it twice, so you must be able to see her condition well; if you give her to them just out of pity, we can't give her a healing potion after she gives birth, and she will die."

"Alright!" Peter replied.

"Allen, do you have anything to bind someone instantly?" Rodion asked a strange question, but Allen knew it was not the time to ask,

"I do! I can use my scarf quickly."

"That's more than enough,"

Iva's birth process was like hell on earth for them. Although Iva was only wearing one piece of clothing at the time, she didn't care if anyone else in the room saw her crotch. The pain she felt took away her embarrassment, and that's what Rodion and Allen couldn't bear to see.

"The hole doesn't open properly! We don't have any options, Allen. Knife!"

"Here!"

"R-Rodion! W-what are you doing with that?!"

"AAAKHKHKH!!!"

Rodion split Iva's crotch hole a few centimeters to pull out the baby inside. Blood oozed out of there profusely, making Allen avert his eyes.

"RODION-"

"CALM DOWN! There's a potion here! Keep talking to her! Don't let her faint! Her strength is still needed to get the babies out!

And Allen, don't look away; look at everything carefully. You're the one who promised Iva's safety; you have to keep an eye on everything that's happening right now,"

"O-okay…"

Iva pushed; Iva's screams; Iva's cries; with each passing moment, Iva was pushed to the limits of her endurance, each breath coming in ragged gasps. The weight of her body feels unbearable, and the helpless sensation of being unable to control what is happening overwhelms her.

It is the kind of pain only a mother could bear, yet the thought of embracing her precious newborn twins at the end of it all gives her strength to endure.

Yes, it is the kind of pain only a mother could bear, but Iva's pain somehow spread to everyone in the room.

Pascoe's heart sank as he witnessed the anguish etched across his mother's face during the birthing process. Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain that his mother was experiencing, Pascoe cried out for the operation to be halted. His pleas fell on deaf ears, but Rodion continued their work. Seeing Pascoe's distress, Rodion quickly intervened, asking Allen to lock him in a separate room to spare him from the traumatic sight. However, the distress proved to be too much for Pascoe. Soon enough, he began banging on the locked door in a frenzy, tears streaming down his face as he screamed in despair.

The excruciating ordeal persisted for what felt like an eternity, despite the clock indicating only two hours had elapsed. Iva's clothing was drenched in sweat and stained with blood, while her contorted face betrayed the agony of childbirth. Overwhelmed by the sight, Peter broke down in tears. Meanwhile, Allen struggled to maintain his composure, not wanting to appear desperate or helpless in front of Iva and Peter. As he stood there, watching Iva's excruciating pain, he resented the situation and wished he could make it all go away. For a moment, Allen considered uttering the unthinkable, "forget the baby, just kill the baby," but he knew better than to voice such a sentiment. It would only serve to demoralize Iva further and put her life in even greater peril.

After two hours had passed,

They could hear a baby crying.

Rodion gently gave the baby to Peter.

"Iva! Look, your child is born... Look at this face; it's a boy, and he looks like Fenton."

Iva's face looked weak and pale; her eyes were droopy, like she was about to faint and probably couldn't see her baby properly. The blood didn't stop coming out of her crotch, and

"Rodion! Hurry up and give me the healing potion!"

"No! It's not over yet!"

The hell was not over yet. There was still one more child that needed to be born.

"But Iva's not strong enough! Iva! Hang in there! I'll give you the potion!"

"NO! If you give her the potion, then her crotch will regenerate; we'll start all over again!"

But the hardness of witnessing a mother's pain during childbirth can be an overwhelming experience. For partners or loved ones, it can be an intense emotional rollercoaster, filled with feelings of helplessness, fear, and anxiety. Witnessing a loved one's pain and discomfort during labor can be distressing, as one feels powerless to alleviate the suffering. The added pressure of wanting to remain calm and supportive while simultaneously grappling with one's own emotions can be daunting. And now that stress and desperate Peter have a chance to save her, that is what Rodion was afraid of from the very beginning.

"It won't do any good if Iva dies! Look at her face!" Peter put the baby beside Iva and quickly took the healing potion.

"Allen! Tie him up!"

"Huh?!"