[ WP ] Everyone dies on their birthday , but no one knows at which age it will occur .

*Authors note: I had two seperate ideas for stories off this prompt. I decided to make them semi-related and included both in this comment. * 
 
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 I'm so excited! The day I've been waiting for these last nine months. I know Mom and Dad have already chosen'Andrew' as my name, and Dad wants my middle name to be'Percival' after his father, though if I could talk to him, I'd tell him its a terrible name. At least Mom agrees with me. I wonder what Mom looks like? Is she pretty? I ca n't wait to see her! And I bet Dad is strong, and tall, and tough, and handsome! He must be if Mom fell for him. I hope I grow up to get his good looks. 
 
 We must be going somewhere, because I can feel Mom moving about. Maybe I'm going to be born soon? I wonder what it's like being born, what the'outside' is like... 
 
 There's lots of noises'outside' now, and Mom sounds like she's hurt. Am I hurting her? I hope I'm not. I feel like I'm moving... There! I can see something! It's so bright... 
 
 Wow, everything is so... so... big! So are all the people. They look strange. They all look the same to me, and I do n't recognise their voices. 
 
 Why do I feel so cold? There's lots of noise around me. All the odd people are talking very fast and there's lots of moving about. They look like they're worried about something... 
 
 That's strange... the brightness is getting dimmer... everything seems to be getting quieter. Maybe this is what sleep feels like? 
 
 I wonder where Mom is. I'd like to see her before I go to sleep... 
 
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 *'' I'm truly sorry Mrs Simmons. It's simply a law of averages. For every centenarian who dies, we see a case like this. `` * Dr. Cameron Peters' words did little for the woman howling with grief in the delivery room, and he looked away to avoid the smouldering glare of the man next to her. Knowing nothing he could say would console the mourning couple, he left the room, took of his scrubs, and decided he needed to call it a day. Stopping by the lobby and grabbing a coffee to go, he passed Carl, the head janitor at Mercy Hospital. 
 
 *'' Leaving early, Doc? I thought you were here double shift? On account of tomorrow being...'' * Carl trailed off. 
 
 *'' Yeah, I should be. But we had yet another incident in maternity. A birthday incident. `` * Sighing, he shook his head softly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. *'' Just need to get away from here for now. `` * 
 
 *'' I feel sorry for ya doc. Having to deal with cases like that every day. I sure as heck could n't. `` * Stopping his mopping to allow Peters to pass, Carl flicked a glance at the clock above the reception desk. *'' You drive safe now doc. It's late. Nearly midnight, y'know? `` * 
 
 *'' Yeah Carl, I know. Have a good night, and say hi to Sheila and the kids for me. `` * he called back as he walked towards the front doors. 
 
 *'' I will. Thanks Dr Peters! `` * 
 
 Driving back to his apartment, Peters was stopped by the flashing lights of the railway crossing near Mercy. Pulling up behind the wooden barrier and waiting for the train to pass, he thought back to his shift. Today alone had been what, fifteen cases? And every time, he had to go in there, and give the regulation speech about'statistics' and'averages'. *Cold hard facts do fuck-all to help a woman who's just lost her baby before she even got to know it. * He could see the train now, the headlamp a cyclopean anomaly in the darkness of the tracks. Checking the dash, he noticed the digital clock change to 00:00. 
 
 *Fuck it, * he thought, as he watched the approaching locomotive. It was nearly at the junction. *'' Happy birthday to me,'' * he said aloud, and tapped the accelerator. 
 
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 *A/N 2: Yes, before anyone says it, I took a bit of inspiration for part I from that'diary of an unborn baby' thing. *
