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PerfectAstrid considered herself to have a high threshold for pain. She'd been scraped, scratched, cut, bruised, sprained all in the process of training to become the warrior she expected to be. She felt the pain but for the most part blocked the feeling. Physical pain was not fun, but she didn't try to spend too much time feeling it and letting it bog her mind down when there were more important things to worry about in life.Perfect in Fan Fiction
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But for the first time in her life the pain was overwhelming, and she couldn't suppress her screaming. There was no ailment, none except to get it over with.
It was an annoying command said yet again, for what seemed to be times too many. The bossy vocals of the woman at the end of the bed, looking between Astrid's legsit made her weary and annoyed though she knew she shouldn't have been, the lady was only trying to help.
Though she was pushing, she had and had been for what seemed a day though the labor had only started a few hours ago.