Shane
It's been three hours. Our family is here, and they're distracting Owen.
I've been staring at the wedding ring since I got in here.
If she dies, I don't think I'll be able to raise the kids.
I can't do anything without her.
Without my wife, I'm nothing. She's my best friend. My rock. My whole world.
I'm about to go up to the desk again, when a doctor walks in.
"Are you guys here for Felicity Beckett?" he asks.
I stand up.
"Yes." I say.
She sighs.
"Are you the father?" she asks.
I nod, roughly running my fingers through my hair.
She nods.
"We've delivered your baby. She was seven pounds, three ounces, sixteen inches long. To our surprise, she is completely healthy. We've put her in the nursery so you can go see her."
I nod.
"And my wife?" I whisper.
"She's still unconscious." She says carefully. "Her heart stopped three times, and we've revived her each time. Her cervix was thinning after her water broke, and as she was dilating, some of the blood vessels in the placenta stretched, causing them to rupture. The lack of blood is what we think caused her to fall unconscious. Her blood type is rare, so we've been scrambling to find some. If we don't find enough, her heart could stop again, and this time, we might not be able to revive her."
"What's her blood type?" Dad asks. He's still very calm.
"AB negative. She can take blood from AB negative, B negative, A negative, and O negative."
I'm A positive.
We all start looking around, and everybody is shaking their heads.
"Hey, you're AB negative." Mrs. Walker says, nudging Tori. "Why don't you donate?"
"I can't." she whispers.
"Why not?" I ask.
"I just can't." she says.
"Why?" I ask again.
"I'm on drugs." She mutters.
Silence.
For fucks sake.
"Well..." the doctor trails off. "We're sending people around to ask. So far, it's looking like not many people can donate. We'll see."
She leaves.
Mrs. Walker is texting.
I don't understand how the hell she has such a rare blood type.
I'm ready to kill somebody.
"Guys, I told Lauren." Mrs. Walker says. "And she's here. She flew out."
"She flew out?" I ask.
I'm irritated enough already. I don't need her around here making snippy ass comments towards my son.
One false move and I'll snap.
I'm angry at the world.
I want to see my baby.
A minute or so later, Lauren walks into the waiting room.
"How is she?" she asks.
I sit down between Jake and Chase.
