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Jackson just saw her on the gurney with the thermal blanket around her and the tube in her throat. He looked at her like she will die or is already dead. His heart skipped a beat. Her red hair hanging off the side and her skin, paler than usual. He didn't realize that he had screamed her name and ran to her side until he was brushing the hair out of her motionless face and running with the paramedics. They were divorced, how could he care so much. He loves her more than air. She is his home, the mother of his child, the love of his life, she is April. He is thinking like a maniac, searching for a pulse, a sign of life, a light at the end of the tunnel, hope. He never dreamed this would happen, he had the idea that his child would be born in the hospital with April happy and excited without the fear that came with Samuel, his mother in the hall with a bright shiney balloon with "it's a girl on it." He had a dream that he would see her hold their child in her arms and kiss her while he held them both. He imagined changing the first diaper giving the first bath and everything else. All of those hopes and dreams have been washed out now. After Samuel, they thought the worst was behind them. But now, he couldn't believe that this is happening this may be worse. They are on the elevator now going to the OR. She has lost so much blood that they have to replace her whole blood volume and almost redo the C-Section and fix all that has been damaged when Warren had to do the emergency C-section with noting to numb the pain. She felt it all until she passed out and her heart stopped for a brief moment. For a brief moment she was dead, she never got to meet her child. Would she ever meet it? Would she ever get to hold it, stroke it's hair, see it's smile, hug her child and never let go. He though of raising their child on his own. He starts to cry, one of his tears dropped on her face making it look like she was crying. He knows that if she was dead she would not be in pain. She would be in Heaven, with God. "Jackson, you can't come in the OR!" Robbins said trying to hold him back from leaving the elevator.
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