Zoe sat unceremoniously on the cold, wet grass and took a deep breath as she sat the bottle of vodka down next to her. It was freezing on that dark, February night and she was more than a little bit tipsy. The sane part of her brain was screaming at her to go home, get in bed, and hope that she would feel better in the morning, but something was drawing her to that little cemetery tucked away in the corner of town.

"I probably should have brought flowers or something" she shrugged. "Some long-lost daughter I am, I hardly ever visit and when I do I show up empty-handed."

She held her sweater close to her body in an attempt to warm herself, but it didn't have much of an effect. She knew that if her mother were with her she'd be screaming at her for not wearing a coat, but she was nearly 30 years old damn it. If she wanted to freeze her ass off having a one-sided conversation with the dead father she never knew she could do it.

"Sometimes I wish you weren't my real father" she admitted. She regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth before she remembered that Harley wasn't really there and couldn't hear a thing she was saying. "My life was so much simpler before I found out about you. I had the perfect boyfriend, perfect job, perfect life. The only problem I had was how emotionally distant Ethan was, but it turns out that was all your fault too!"

Tears began to fall down her face as memories of how painful being rejected by as a child Ethan was. "I guess I can't entirely blame you for that though" she sniffled. "He was the one who didn't love me when he found out I wasn't really his."

She picked up the bottle and took another swig. "Then you didn't even try to get to know me" she continued. "You had to go and die on me."

As a shiver ran down her spine she began to rub her arms together. "I never would have met Wade if it weren't for you" she said through gritted teeth. "I never would have fallen in love with him, I never would have lost him, I wouldn't be-" she stopped for a moment and struggled to steady herself. Suddenly everything around her was spinning. She figured she had just taken one drink too many, and leaned against Harley's headstone for support.

"What was I saying?" she asked trying to gather her thoughts. She had been drunk before, but she had never quite had such a hard time holding a thought.

"Why doesn't he love me back?" she finally sighed.

"Whoa" she heard a familiar voice comment. "Zoe, what in the world are you doing?"

"Brick?" she asked as she lifted her head.

"It is freezing out here" he scolded as he took her hand and stood her to her feet. Almost immediately she fell over and he quickly caught her. "Oh God" he sighed as he took her pulse. "Zoe, how long have you been out here like this?"

"What?" she asked as she looked around disoriented.

"Dr. Hart, I think you're hypothermic" he said struggling to make eye contact with her.

"No" she scoffed as she staggered away from him. She took her sweater off and threw it on the ground. "In fact, I'm feeling a little warm."

"Stop that" he said as he took his coat and placed it around her shoulders. He felt her slump into him again, only this time she felt even more limp.

He was actually slightly relieved when he figured out that Zoe had fallen unconscious. This way his stubborn little colleague couldn't fight him about getting help for her. Plus he knew that if hypothermia was treated early enough it didn't have any permanent health consequences at all. He laid her on the ground on top of his coat and pulled out his cell phone to call 911, but he was distracted by what he saw when he took a closer look at Zoe. A red spot on her pants was growing bigger and bigger by the moment. She was bleeding heavily, and that was not a symptom of hypothermia. Panicked, he lifted her up into his arms and ran to the closest place he could think of to get help.

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"I need some help" Brick said urgently as he kicked the door open and ran into the Rammer Jammer.

"Brick?" Wanda asked as he ran towards him. "What's going on? Is that Zoe Hart?"

"Yes" he answered as he placed her on the floor and took her pulse again. "I need you to call 911, I also need some towels. I'm going to see if I can control the bleeding."

"Okay" she said nervously. "Wade's around back, I'll go tell him what's going on."

"Do it quickly" Harley barked back.

After what seemed like a matter of moments Wade Kinsella was running towards Brick like a madman. "Brick, what the hell is going on?" he asked frantically.

"I'm not sure" Brick answered trying to be as calm as he could be. "But, I think Zoe's having a miscarriage."

Wade's eyes widened in horror as he struggled to steady his breathing. "What did you just say?" he asked shakily.

"I'm not quite sure" Brick continued. "But there's definitely something going on beyond the hypothermia."

"She's hypothermic!?" Wade asked as he moved closer to her and moved a strand of hair out of her face.

"That might be a blessing in disguise" Brick scoffed. "Her heart rate is significantly low which is good because she is losing a lot of blood."

"Brick, what are you saying?" Wade asked as he swallowed hard. "Is she…"

"She needs to get to the hospital as soon as possible" Brick interrupted. "We need to focus on getting her the help she needs."

Please Review! If there's interest I'll write more.

This is an idea that's been floating around in my head for a while so I finally decided to write it.

I know that I haven't updated some of my other HOD fics in a while, and I'm sorry about that! I definitely have intentions of finishing all of them. You can expect updates to Until You and What You Deserve by the end of the week!