a/n:hmm well, i've never been pregnant but i imagine it is extremely painful. I did my best to describe it but... its probably wrong... heehee i'm listening to jeremiah was a bullfrog

In a house, in a place called Port Royale, there was a young woman. Fighting for her life and her young one. Her face was flushed, sweat dripped down her hair and she was breathless, trying her best to breathe. Her laboured breathing and cries began to arouse the neighbours, but she still continued. Heavy breathing made her feel dizzy as she took one last gasp for air and push as hard as she could. The pain was overwhelming. Elizabth released her grip from Will's sore red hand and from the looks of things - she had fainted.

Will sighed.

"I knew she wasn't strong enough to do this. I hope she'll be alright."

"Oh she'll be fine," whispered the nurse from behind him. "But - I'm really sorry but, your baby. She didn't make it."

Will grimaced and glanced down at the lifeless, peaceful woman beside him. He reached over to gentally stroke her sweat-laden hair.

"Poor Elizabeth. She looked forward to this day for a long time," He whispered to himself. "I don't know how she will cope wth this."

"I'm so sorry."

"No - it's fine"

"Will, will you be alright? I can look after her while you get some sleep. It is very late and you havent gotten a decent nights sleep in a long time."

"Yes, I'll be fine and no, I'll look after her tonight. I'll call you if I need anything"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm just glad I still have her." he said then looking up at the night sky. It was finally clear.

a/n:Dont pay me out about how short it is! This is just the beginning...