Prologue
"Push, Mrs. Anderson, push!" The doctor told the women giving birth.
The women screamed and squeezed her husband's hand so hard that he yelled in pain.
"I see the head, your doing great." the doctor tried to encourage. "Just one more push."
Mrs. Anderson pushed and the baby came into the world. The baby girl opened her ice clear blue eyes, but never cried. The doctor lifted her up and was about to spank her to get her to cry, when he clutched at his throat. One of the nurses took the baby while the others tried to help the doctor. The nurse took the baby to get cleaned off, she was sure the doctor would be alright, some of the best nurses in the hospital were in that room. That wasn't the case.
"We have an emergency in the delivery room!" a nurse yelled into the intercom. "We need to get Dr. Tyndall in to the E.R. stat!"
As two men came in with a stretcher and took the doctor away, Mrs Anderson started to panic.
"What's going on? Where is my baby?" She cried. Her husband tried console her but she just panicked more.
The nurse came out with a little pink bundle after everyone else had cleared out.
"You don't have to worry, she's right here." The nurse said.
"Thank you so much!" the woman said relieved.
It wasn't long before she realized that something was wrong.
"I never heard her cry, is that really bad?"
"Well, it turns out that she's mute, she can hear, but she will never be able to speak." the nurse said apologetically.
"Oh no!" Mr. Anderson said.
"It will be alright, she's perfectly fine." Mrs. Anderson glared at her husband.
"She can lead a normal life, you'll just have to be patient with her." the nurse explained.
"We will be plenty patient with her." Mrs. Anderson said.
She held the baby close to her and uncovered her baby's face. The baby opened her eyes and looked up at her mother, she had very intelligent eyes. Her eyes drooped and her lips stretched into a silent yawn, and quickly fell asleep. Mrs. Anderson looked at the clock, Ten o'clock pm, November sixteenth, I'll always remember this day.
"Well, what are you going to name her?" the nurse asked, the birth certificate in hand.
Mrs. Anderson looked at her baby, she had decided to name her Mary, but as she looked at her, she thought of somehting else.
"I think I'll name her Diamond, because her eyes look like little diamonds." she smiled.
"She does have very pretty eyes." the nurse said, writing it down.
"Diamond." Mr. Anderson said looking at his daughter.
They all looked up as the nurse who had taken the doctor away came into the room breathless.
"Monica? What is it?" the nurse who had stayed asked.
"It's the doctor," Monica said huffing, "He's dead, we called it at ten o'clock pm."
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