Lexie Grey comes out of the OR double doors and spots Cooper, Charlotte, and Mason in the waiting room. Cooper's the first one to see her and he quickly stands up.

"What's going on? Were you able to do it?" he asks anxiously.

"Yes. But as we said earlier, that was only part of the procedure. Dr. Shepherd is continuing the rest of the procedure right now and it could take another five to six hours. I just wanted to update you."

"Right, of course. Please update us again when you can."

Lexie nods her head in agreement, gives a faint smile, and heads back to the OR.

By now, Charlotte's made her way towards Cooper and envelopes him in a hug. Cooper's obviously relieved as he melts into her arms and returns the embrace. When they part from one another, they look at the sleeping form of Mason spread across the waiting room chairs.

"He looks so peaceful. "

Charlotte nods her head in agreement as she caresses the back of his hand.

Cooper turns to look at her now, cups the side of her face and gives a weak smile. "I just want to protect him from all of this. He's witnessing this terrible thing and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Coop, you're here for him. That's all you can really do. Whatever happens, as long as you're there, he'll be okay."

"Do you really believe that?"

She sighs. She's not sure if she actually does but she has to hope. "I have to."

A few hours later, Mason is awake and anxiously tapping on the sides of his chair. Cooper takes a hold of his knee and just smiles at him. He's hoping beyond hope that it'll be enough to ease him a bit. Charlotte watches from across the room and she gives them a faint smile. She's exhausted. Since the surgery started, she hasn't had the chance to eat, drink, or sleep and the exhaustion is starting to sneak up on her.

Lexie goes through the double doors again and they all get up in unison.

Mason's the first to ask, "Is my mom okay?"

"Right now she's fine. The procedure is almost over and it looks very promising. "

The sighs of relief they give out are so evident that it causes Lexie to smile.

"Thank you," Cooper says and he's almost inclined to hug the doctor in front of him. But he doesn't.

Lexie makes her way back to the OR while Cooper, Charlotte, and Mason are all enveloped in an embrace. They're feeling a lot more hopeful now. When they separate, Cooper's smile is so big next to the faint one that Charlotte has. He notices that she's rather pale and heads to her side.

"Char, are you okay?"

She nods her head while rubbing her temple. "I'm fine. Just a bit tired but I'm fine."

"Are you –"

And before he can finish his question, Charlotte falls into his arms with Mason looking on with a horrified expression on his face.

Charlotte begins to regain consciousness and Cooper is quickly at her side. She looks around the room confused.

"Char, hey, "he says while stroking the side of her face. "You're okay. You fainted from dehydration but they hooked you up to IV fluids."

She feels too tired to speak so she nods her head.

"They also got some blood to make sure everything else checks out fine. We should get the results in a while."

She nods again. She looks around the room and searches for Mason. She sees two nurses but no Mason. "Mason?" she asks.

"He's right outside. Don't worry about him."

"Go back to the waiting room with him," she insists. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

She takes his hand in hers and rubs the back of it. "Yes, I'm sure," she insists again. "Go. I'll come find you when I finish this bag and get the test results back."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am," she says. "Mason needs you now more than I do."

"Okay. I love you," he says as he kisses the top of her head.

She gives him a soft smile, nods her head, and sees him off.

Minutes later, Charlotte is half asleep when she hears the sound of the door open and is woken up by it. An Asian doctor with a scowl on her face approaches to check her bag of fluids and rechecks her IV.

"You should probably work on your bedside manner," she says with her Southern accent more apparent than ever.

The doctor looks up from Charlotte's chart. It isn't the first time she's heard it from a patient but she didn't need to hear it today.

"I'm Dr. King, Chief of Staff of St. Ambrose in LA. So I know a thing or two about doctors and their bedside manner."

The doctor just nods and continues to jot things down on the chart.

Charlotte's starting to feel exasperated. She takes a breath, looks at the doctor in front of her, sees the tension in her face, and starts to fear the worst.

"Did something come back abnormal in my blood tests?" she asks.

"Oh, no. Everything's fine," she says while closing the chart. "I'm sorry if I made you think that."

"It's fine. It's that bedside manner of yours that you should really be apologizing for."

She nods. "Right, I apologize," she says while clicking her pen and tucking it into her lab coat's pocket. "I'm Dr. Yang. Anyway, I have your blood results here. Everything is normal except your hCG levels are relatively high which, I'm sure you know as a Chief of Staff, means that you're pregnant."

Charlotte's mind pauses. As if it's trying to process what this doctor just told her but her mind literally isn't working. She takes a deep breath and looks back at the doctor in front of her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she hands Charlotte the sheet of paper containing her results. "You can look at these numbers yourself."

She scans through the sheet, reads that all the numbers are within normal range, and then stops abruptly when she sees her hCG. She's pregnant.

"I should probably do an ultrasound now."

"What?"

"An ultrasound," she repeats. "I should probably do one seeing as how you were dehydrated. To make sure that everything is fine."

She swallows noticeably obviously still trying to process what's going on. "Right, an ultrasound, "she nods. "Go ahead."