Here Comes Treble: String of Pearls, Part 4
...Devorah and Kieran have been guided through space to the blue and green planet, known as Earth. There, they hover in the hospital room above Debbie, the pregnant woman who is in a coma after a collision between a car and a truck...
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Debbie's weakened soul felt Devorah's, presence, sensed her strength. She cried out in hope: "Kind Soul of Solace, please help me. Mike, my soul-mate, needs me on earth, he isn't ready to live through an incarnation without me. But I don't have the strength to return to my body alone. Please, please help me?"
"Debbie," Devorah touched the depths of the wounded soul, "I, too, need help. My young soul-child, Kieran, needs an earth-home. May he enter the body that your womb is nurturing, be born as your child, and the child of your soul-mate? If you will allow that, his joy will allow you and me to unite. Together we can raise our child - the child of your body, the child of our souls. Mike will find joy in our combined strength."
With a sigh of gratitude, Debbie's soul agreed.
Warmth and a healing strength suffused Debbie. Kieran descended, entered the tiny, perfect body of the unborn earth-child.
Together, friends forever, Debbie and Devorah sank towards the body on the hospital bed.
*****
Debbie's eyelids fluttered. She felt Mike's hand stroking hers. A strong smell of disinfectant tickled her nostrils. Her nose twitched and she sneezed.
"Debbie?" she heard Mike whisper.
Why was it so hard to respond? Where was she? Her fingers twitched under Mike's, she heard him catch his breath - was he crying? Whatever could be wrong? Her lips twitched in what could have been a smile. She felt the baby in her womb moving gently. "Hallo, Kieran, are you there? Are you safe?" she murmured. Sighing deeply, Debbie fell asleep.
In her slowly healing body, the unborn child kicked, turned, and prepared for birth. Nurses prepared her for surgery. The doctors were uncertain about whether or not she would regain full consciousness. They were, however, taking no chances with the precious new life her body had nurtured for nine months. Baby would be delivered safely by Caesarean section.
At midday, Kieran was born in a spray of amniotic fluid. He yelled his perfect face purple in outrage at the indignity of being hauled bodily from his cosy home.
The doctors switched off Debbie's life-support machines, removed the feeding drip. They waited for Nature to take control.
*****
Several hours later, the sun was setting. Debbie sighed and yawned. Her lower belly was sore. Not agonizing, but sore enough. Her mouth tasted dreadful. Furry. Ghastly, sickly-yellow, as if she hadn't brushed her teeth for weeks. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She loosened it and rasped it across dry, cracked lips.
She managed to open bleary eyes and gazed up at a ceiling which, though almost completely white, was marked by a yellowish stain that looked remarkably like the planet Jupiter. She'd seen a picture of Jupiter in the newspapers recently. A string of comet fragments had been heading for destruction in the planet's gaseous depths just before... just... before....
Just before what?
Whatever was going on? Mike was holding her hand. He was talking to her, telling her he loved her, telling her - telling her their son was beautiful!
Their baby was born? How could she forget something so important? Their son, Kieran? Alive, beautiful, healthy?
Her eyes focussed, full of joy, as she gazed at Mike. "Kieran? He's safe? Oh, Mike…"
"Yes, Debbie," Mike's voice was tight with emotion, "Kieran is fine. And so are you." He buried his face in the bedclothes at her side. "Thank God, thank God, you're okay, Debbie. I prayed for a miracle, and - and - you're going to be fine...." he sobbed.
To be continued.
Until next time…. ‘here comes Treble!’
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