My stomach was in knots as I was waiting on Grace to wake up. I wasn't saying much except for to the doctors when they came into the room. I wasn't even talking to Faith who kept popping her head in to check in. Even when she showed up and sat down we only exchanged two words. I couldn't help but think that maybe this was somehow my fault. That I'd given up and left and now my baby might not even make it. All I wanted to do was protect them and instead I screwed the whole thing up.

So much so that I wasn't even surprised when she told me to get out before she asked Faith about the baby. I just stood there for a second as Faith gave me a quizzical look. She hadn't been the one talking to the doctors. "They don't know yet." I piped up as Grace turned back to look at me with what I was sure was hate in her eyes. "They did some tests and hopefully we'll know soon." I nodded. The truth was, those bookshelves weren't exactly a lightweight and my boy would have been tough but there was no way he...or she could have survived that.

"We'll figure it out." Faith said as Grace turned back to look at her. "If we don't hear in the next few minutes I'll sic Harry on your doctors. He'll get your answers in no time." She promised her and I had no doubt about it that what she said was true. Money equals power and Harry had enough of both to throw around. Not only that, but at least in my experience I always kind of just wanted to do whatever he asked of me.

"Yeah." I said quietly as I stepped back a few paces and just watched them for a second. Grace needed to be with her sister and I didn't want to be here making her get upset. She needed to get better and being stubborn now wasn't gonna help. "I'll go." I offered as I headed out the door.