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Zach was sitting in his apartment, in the same clothes he'd been wearing for the past two days as his life went to hell. Alone. He had done this many times when Cam was on a mission, and vice verse, but neither had ever felt this lonely. He still had the moment when Dr. Henry told him about his wife seared into his memory. The mental weight of the situation was starting to get to him as he took another long swig of beer.

Flashback

"Mr. Goode, I'm afraid your wife is in a coma."

Broken. That's how he felt. Like his heart had been smashed on the ground and nobody had bothered to pick up the pieces. Zach found the irony fitting for some reason.

The only one to ever have his heart (and there had been many who tried) would be the only one to break it.

Dr. Henry didn't seem to realize the full toll of his words on the broken young man, for he continued. "I'm sorry for your suffering, but she's not dead. In fact," he frowned at the heart monitor before turning to his clipboard, "Her heart beat is stronger than it been since she came hear. It would seem she can recognize your voice Mr. Goode. There's a greater chance she might survive this then we thought." The doctor looked grim, but slightly more hopeful than before.

Zach wasn't. Zach was furious, he stood up, tall and strong, knowing the depression would come later. His low, angry voice whipped out like a lash, and the fact that he barley raised his voice made it all the more terrifying. "My wife is in a COMA, she might not SURVIVE, and the best news you have is that she MIGHT recognize my VOICE!"

Dr. Henry cringed back, but stood his ground. "I am sorry Mr. Goode, but there's not much hope to find in situations like this. And Cameron still might wake up, but she needs YOU right now. Do you have any idea how important it is that she can hear you? She's trying to come back, but it might be several months before she can."

Zach sat back, and looked at his Cammie sleeping face. She breathed in and out, and he sighed, unable to be mad looking in the face of his angel. He leaned over her and whispered gently in her ear. "I will be here for you Cam. You may not be able to hear me, but if you can, know that I love you, and will do anything in my power to bring you back. I promise." It might have been his imagination, but Zach could swear he saw Cam sigh in her sleep. He sat down again.

"Fine. I'm sorry Doctor. If you have any more bad news, might as well lay it on me now. Can't get anyworse can it." It was a joke, there was nothing worse that could happen, right?

Wrong.

Dr. Henry looked grave all over again. He seemed to not know how to phrase his next words. "Well, if thats your wish, but you might not like this," he tooke a deep breath, "it would seem Cameron was pregnant. Less than two monts in. I suppose she ment to tell you when she came back."

Zach's face paled, and whispered one word, "What,"

"I hate to burden you with worse news, but it would seem she had a miscarridge when she went into her coma. I'm so sorry"

And that's when Zach left.

Flashback over

He had lost his wife and the baby he hadn't known about in the same day. Like fate had planned this cruel, sick moment to get him back for all the things he'd done.

Zach Goode did bad things for good reason. He was a killer, but traded one life in to save thousands. But apparently the universe didn't see it that way.

His child. His first child was killed, and Zach had never got to know them.

The worst part was being helpless. If Cam was dead, he would mourn her but would know there was nothing he could do. If she was captured, he could go after her, lead a search mission, fight his way to her and kill anything in his way because that's what he was good at. Fighting.

But she was beyond anyone's reach. He could do nothing but pray. And that angered him more than anything. (A/N Recognized the Hunger Games reference? Anyone?)

He yelled in rage, and threw his beer bottle against the wall, watching it shatter. Shattered like everything else, he thought, how fitting.

Zach was no heavy drinker, but the thought of losing Cam and his unborn child had driven him over the edge. He began to throw everything in a fit of rage, anything that reminded him of his wife. Her favorite vase, her laptop, everything. Until he came to the photo.

It was of him and Cam at their wedding. She looked beautiful in her white, stappless dress, and was smiling at the camera. He looked rather dashing in his tux, and being the cocky bastard he was back then, he had Zach Goode's famous smirk was forever captured on the camera. The frame was a gift, and had words at the bottom in gold

~Together Forever, Zach and Cammie

As hard as he tried, he couldn't bring himself to throw it. He collapsed to the floor ignoring the cuts in his palms caused by broken glass. His shoulders shook, and he felt like wheeping, but Goode's don't cry. His stupid families curse.

That's how his friends found him. On the floor covered in glass , palms bleeding, clutching a picture and holding back sobs the whole time. Truly the wost shape anybody has seen him in.

The last thing he remembered was someone yelling his name, and a pair of arms picking him up. Zach didn't care. One thought was going though his mind the entire time.

Cammie would think I was a bad father.

Guess who got 7 reviews. I did. I was so happy and flattered I wrote again on the same night. And then I got really depressed writing this. But I'm rather proud of my work :). You don't have to tell me I rock, I'm already sure of it, but it is greatly appreciated. I know Zach seems unlike himself, but I'm trying to get a real reaction out of my twisted mind. That's why he doesn't cry. Make sense?I hope I don't offend anybody who knows someone in a coma. Comment on any grammar mistakes, if you will, I'm a bit of a fanatic about it. Please review.

-Sarah