A/N ; I hadn't realized that I didn't included the part of the story where Jane & Kurt got married. It happened in one of my many massive jumps

I hope it doesn't change anything.

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Are they okay?

Silence gnawed at his insides. Silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. The silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in it's nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid their conversation had become. The silence was eerily unnatural, like a dawn devoid of birdsong. Silence clung to them like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them. Silence seeped into their every pore, like a poison slowly paralyzing them from either speech or movement.

His slender fingers pressed into the skin of his forearms, nails biting in the layer of fine dust, drawing beads of blood. His whole body shook, bones rattling in the constant fear of the future that loomed before him.

His heart so hard against his ribcage as his pulse pressed outward, jerking the veins within.

What loomed before he feared, trailed behind made him sad and in no way could he stay rooted in the present when the time would just push ahead.

"Doctor" he said more sternly this this time forcing the doctor to look at him with sad, nervous eyes

His eyes are gray, but not like those people from the Seam. They are very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them.

"Good evening Mr. Weller. My name is Doctor Pilgrim, I'm the surgeon operating on your wife, please take a seat" he motioned towards the chairs that stood firmly against the white walls

Kurt shook his head and rubbed his fingers harshly against his creased forehead.

His face was drained with a gaunt expressionless stare.

"I'd rather stand, if that's fine with you" he said strongly

Doctor Pilgrim drew out a long shaky sigh before he asked again, more softly this time. With all hopes that the very tired man would listen to him

"Please sir" he motioned again to the seat

With tired relentless eyes, he took a seat next to the doctor

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly; barely audible

"We had to perform an emergency Cesarean delivery on your wife. The baby was in an awkward position. We tried to do what you asked; to save them both but... there was something else. Another complication" his voice was low but steady

"She suffered from Postpartum Eclampsia"

Kurt looked up, eyes wider, than usual "What is that?" From the doctor's tone of voice he was certain it was nothing good

"Was the baby delivered? Is Ava okay?" He's one more blow from breaking.

Doctor Pilgrim smiled for the first time since he sat down with kurt - his smile kind and gentle.

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Yes, we delivered the baby - Ava"

He let out a long sigh of relief before bringing his sweaty pants to his face

"What's Postpartum Eclampsia?" He asked again boring holes into the doctor's head.

The doctor sighed before he continued, "It's a sudden onset of seizures sometimes resulting in coma. Your wife -"

-is in a coma" he finished.

The doctor only nodded slowly

"We will do all it takes to keep your wife safe, sir. I assure you"

"Your assurance is what got her in this situation to begin with!" He screamed, his voice bouncing off of the walls in the very still waiting room.

"How long?" He asked desperately, his voice pleading

"It's different for everyone, sir. A few days, weeks, years even"

The man wilted under Kurt's stare.

"I don't care for everyone, I only care about my wife. According to the multiple tests I'm sure you've done how long would you say she has trapped in that isolation?"

Regret washed over him like the long slow waves on a shallow beach. Each wave was icy cold and sent shivers down his spine

This is my fault. She's in this awful predicament because of me.

"Mr. Weller?" Doctor Pilgrim's soft voice ripped his out of his deeps

The tears flooded his cheek as he glanced up to meet Doctor Pilgrim's sad eyes.

"I asked if you wanted to see your daughter, sir?

His expression softened at this. His daughter - a little girl made up of him and Jane alone. He sat there for what felt like hours before he stood up and motioned for the doctor to lead the way

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He gasped as he took her in, she was crying before he entered but immediately stopped when he went over to peer down on her.

She was a splitting image of her mother - she was beautiful. Their daughter; his and Jane's.

Her eyes reminded him of a child's water-colour painting, how in their haste to paint all the grass they add too much water to the green and it comes out that subdued shade. Her cheeks were flushed pink - she was perfect

Her tiny fingers curled around his pinky. He watched her peer through brand new eyes.

He was so focused on her that he hadn't heard the doctor come in.

"Mr. Weller?", a brunette said gently taping on the door

"Mhm?"he could not take his eyes off of her. She was more than he ever hoped for. His daughter

"She's hungry, sir. Would you like to feed her?" She asked handing him a bottle of formula

He just nodded and took it from her as he gently sat down on the available bed

Her eyes widen and mouth already partly open.

The kid inhales her food like she doesn't think she'll see more for a week. She was now struggling to keep her eyes, her eyes fluttered slightly before she eventually gave up and let sleep claim her.

He gently raised her over his shoulder to burp; when Jane was asleep he'd read all of her baby books, he wanted to be the ideal dad but according to Jane he already was.

She gently laid her down in the incubator and watched her until the nurse came back in to grab the bottle back. He watched her sleep even after

"Your mom is waiting to meet you. She's not well right now but she will be, I promise" he whispered before he dipped his head to gently brush her forehead and cheeks with his lips.

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This update took longer than usual, I know. I'm sorry

I've been extremely busy.

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