The Queen thrashed around on the birthing table, screaming wildly. She was quickly secured to the table and her legs spread wide in stirrups. She couldn't believe how big the baby was inside of her. The King had insisted that it was delivered vaginally. She was in so much pain! The labor had progressed rapidly and there had been no time for drugs. The medical staff had commented that the labor was swift due to the baby's size. The Queen looked frantically around at all the masked nurses. It was so overwhelming. When the doctor arrived, everyone hurried to different areas of the suite. The Queen tried to ask for help but everyone was too focused. She panted heavily, trying not to yell but it was just too savage. She clutched the side handles, desperately needing to push through the excruciating pressure. The doctor prepared to deliver in his dark green scrubs and white mask and gloves. The laboring patient was momentarily excited by his attire before the next contraction slammed into her core. “Oh god, get it out of me! NOW! I need to push it out!”