Prologue

Stef's POV

Agony. That's the only word I can use to describe the way that I'm feeling right now. Pure agony. I never thought that I would have to feel this kind of pain. It's the pain that no mother ever wants to feel. It was one of my greatest fears. The fear of getting that call. The call that one of your children may be dead.

I can hear the doctor talking to me, but I can't really make out any of the words that he's speaking. Not after he already told me that Lena and I would have to make a decision. The decision to continue care or pull the plug and let nature take its course.

How did this happen? How did a school field trip turn into this decision? The decision to basically give up on my baby.

"Mrs. Adams Foster?" The doctor pulls me from my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"I asked if you would like to see her."

"I…I have to speak with my wife. She's on her way. She had a lot of worried parents to calm down back at the school in Mission Bay. She's the vice principle. I still have to tell her about this. She doesn't even know about this yet."

"Mrs. Adams Foster, I understand that you still have to discuss this with your wife. But, I asked if you wanted to see her."

Do I? Do I want to see what she looks like right now? She won't look like her. She won't smile at me like the way that she always does when I walk into the room. But, I have to. I have to be there with my baby, no matter what might happen next.

"Yes, I'd like to see her."

"Okay, you can follow me right this way," the doctor says as he starts walking down the hall of the ICU. I follow him, looking around at my surroundings. This place is so depressing. People here are either in critical condition, possibly dying or are waiting for their loved ones to either pull through or die. No one here looks the least bit happy. I don't even want my baby here.

"She's in here. Just so you know, she's connected to a lot of machines. She has a tube down her throat that's helping her breathe. I just want to warn you that she may not look like herself right now."

"Okay, thank you."

The doctor opens the door for me and I reluctantly walk in. There she is, right in front of me. God, she looks so small right now. "You can sit with her as long as you'd like. One of the nurses will come and get you when your wife arrives. We'll continue to monitor her progress, but as I said before, unfortunately the scans show very minimal brain activity. I'm very sorry." With that the doctor walks out of the room, leaving me standing in front of her bed. I don't know what to do. I feel like I can't even move. Like I'm frozen in this spot, staring at my daughter's chest rise and drop with the help of that pump.

After what seems like hours, I grab the chair from the corner of the room and bring it right next to the bed. I sigh as I sit down and grab her hand with my left hand. With my right hand I caress the side of her cheek, removing a fly away piece of hair from her face.

"I'm right here, baby. Momma is going to be here soon. We're going to figure this out love. You just have to stay strong baby. You're a fighter. I knew that the second that I met you. Right now you need to fight more than ever baby. You have to fight this, Callie."

Just a new idea that popped into my head. I'll still be updating GEM and All of the Stars, but I really wanted to post this prologue.

The next chapter I'll be going back in time to show what caused this whole thing. As of right now Callie is on life support. Lena and Stef will have to decide whether to keep her that way or take her off.

All feedback is always greatly appreciated. And of course I obviously don't own the Fosters.