This is a story that came to me a while ago whilst re-watching the season finale.

"Push, Liv! Push!" Peter coached. Olivia's face was red and sweaty, and her hair was back. Her location: the lab floor.

"One more!" Olivia grunted, and a wail pierced the room. Peter gently rubbed the baby dry.

"Give her to me, Peter." Olivia whispered. And he handed her the little bundle wrapped in a towel.

"What's her name?" Peter asked, softly. The baby's cries had eased now.

"Em-AHH!" Oivia shrieked. She began convulsing on the floor, her clothes becoming moist. Peter realized it was blood.

"LIV!" Peter yelled. He pressed three buttons on his cell phone.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" came a friendly voice.

"!" The words erupted out of Peter's mouth.

"Calm down, sir. Listen carefully, now: I need you to tell me exactly what's happening." the operator instructed.

"My wife...she just had a baby, and she was bleeding a lot. Now she's kind of havnig seizures and rolling in her blood. I'm at Harvard, Dr. Bishop's lab." Peter replied, after a few seconds of deep breathing.

"I'm sending an ambulance over, don't worry, sir. Do your best to clean up the blood without moving your wife, okay? I'll stay on the line with you until the ambulance arrives at the lab. How is the baby doing?" she asked, calmly.

Peter looked over at the small pink lump. Its towel was starting to turn red, too, just like its mother's clothing. "The baby is fine, but a little messy." he said.

"Alright, sir. Now, if you'll pl-"

The line went blank. A dial tone came from the end of the phone.

"Sh*t!" Peter swore. He unwrapped the baby and placed it gently on the table. By this time, Liv's seizures had stopped, but her eyes were closed. Peter tried to clean up the blood that had pooled around her, and finally, because he wasn't sure what to do next, picked her up and put her face-up on the table. Peter took scissors and cut the baby's umbilical cord, then tied it in a stump. He then finished mopping up the blood.

Olivia coughed and reached her arm up. It fell back onto the table. "Pee-ter..." she mumbled. Peter noticed that she was so pale, much paler than she should be. Peter took the hand that could not move, and realized the horrible truth-Olivia Dunham-Bishop was dying. Slowly but surely.

What seemed like hours later, but was only really a few minutes, the paramedics came bursting through the door. He'd been so engrossed in watching Olivia, Peter hadn't heard the ambulance's siren blaring. The paramedics transferred Olivia to a stretcher and then into the ambulance, inviting him to come inside mainly because he knew her medical history a lot better than they did.

"Why is she bleeding?" one asked.

"The only things I know are that she was hit by a car a month ago...and of course she just had a kid." Peter said.

Suddenly Olivia's heart rate spiked and then BLEEEP.

A flat line on her heart rate monitor.

She wasn't breathing.

Peter started shaking Olivia. "Liv! Livia Dunham, wake up!"

No response.

The paramedic pulled him away from her body. Peter was in shock.

Then, the other paramedic opened his mouth.

"Time of death: 6:02 AM. April seventeenth, 2012."

Peter opened his own mouth. Sobs racked his body and he closed it. Opening it again, he let out a wail.

"Noooo!"

In case anyone is confused about what just happened, Olivia has died from loss of blood. Next chapter will take place around the month of April in 2028.