Love Is Always Write Volume 4

he heard a high whining sound from behind him. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Leigh got up to turn the lights on so that he could see.
    Lights on, he looked over the couch and saw Priscilla was whining and making little heavy panting sounds, her belly moving weirdly and some odd liquid around her bottom. The dog bed, a throw blanket, and some pillows surrounded her; and she seemed to be in pain. Leigh stared at her, not really understanding, before he saw something coming out of her butt- no!
    "PRISCILLA, ARE YOU GIVING BIRTH ?!" he freaked out, eyes wide in surprise. "Shit! Shit! FUCK!!"
    Priscilla ignored him, more focused on whelping her pups into the world than the freaking out human. Leigh pinched himself, the pain helping him focus. He needed help, now. Priscilla didn't look good, and he had no idea how long she'd been in labor before he woke up. Leigh looked at the clock on his TV, 9:43 pm flashing in green at him.
    Ok, so that meant that Dr. Silver would be home and probably reading or watching something, it was a Saturday so he had tomorrow off. Leigh really didn't want to deal with the man, but he knew nothing about dogs and girls where a whole other can of worms he did not want to touch, ever. He glanced down at Priscilla, the puppy was like half way out, and she was really looking exhausted.
    He ran out of the house, tearing across the lawns and storming up the stairs of the porch. He banged his fist on the door, "Dr. Silver! Dr. Silver! I need your help, man! Please!" Leigh cried out, banging his fist against the wood again. He could hear Silver's deep voice from inside and his footsteps coming towards the door.
    Leigh stepped back, and just in time because the door slammed open and looming over him was a very upset Dr. Morgen Silver, dark eyes glaring at him.
    "What do you want, Flemming?" he growled out, making Leigh suppress a shudder.
    "My friend left his dog with me, while he went off and eloped. And she's giving birth right now, but she's not doing well." Leigh told him hurriedly, gasping for breath and shaking from the adrenaline. Silver scowled even more at him.
    "Why the fuck didn't you take her to me earlier?"
    Leigh threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. "How the hell am I suppose to know?! I didn't know about anything, and neither did they! The Bit- Veronica, would have never eloped if she knew her precious was pregnant. They thought she was just sick or something!" he cried out, pulling at his hair slightly.
    "And now she's got like a pup coming out and I need your fucking help!"
    Silver looked at him for several moments, before nodding. "Let me get my stuff. You go ahead and make sure to have plenty of towels and warm water ready."
    Leigh let out a breath of relief, "Thank you." Before he sprinted back to his house; leaving Morgen to watch his retreating back. Shaking his head, Morgen went back inside is house and grabbed his emergency bag, knowing it had all his equipment for home whelping. Leaving his house, he locked it before making his way across the lawns and up to Flemming's door.
    Finding the door open, Morgen let himself in and followed the sound of Flemming's soft voice and a dog's whining. He found himself in the living room, all sorts of towels behind his back, a large wicker basket with a blanket in it, and a few bowls slightly steaming. Lying down among a nest was an English bulldog who was cleaning up a crying pup. Flemming was sitting behind the dog, hands fluttering around, looking overwhelmed.
    "I see she got one out," Morgen commented, surprising Flemming who yelped and looked up at him with wide grey-green eyes and wild copper-red hair. Flemming glanced back at the dog, Priscilla if Morgen remembered her name, a frown marring his features.
    "I just got back in time for her push it out. It was covered in some kind of bloody sac, which Priscilla licked up, before cleaning it up," Flemming told him, looking slightly ill. Morgen nodded in understanding.
    "You'll want to place the puppy in the basket, for now. It'll hamper her giving birth." Morgen told the younger man, causing the redhead to look at him for several moments before gently reaching over Priscilla and cautiously taking the puppy and setting it in the basket; all within the mother dog's vision. Good, at least Flemming wasn't an idiot.
    Now came the grueling time of waiting for Priscilla to have another set of contractions and for Morgen to see if she'll need help. Though, considering her breed, Morgen