Aaron hates his job.

He knows he's good at it, he's proud enough and cocky enough to admit that. But having to be in charge, screaming orders at the other nurses while he has hand inside someone's leg trying to stop an arterial bleed and then hearing the soldiers screaming at him to save their friends who usually have one foot already in the grave… It can be overwhelming. And he doubts today will be any different. The soldiers should be returning soon and he knows he's in for a long night.

He rubs his face and sighs, wondering what sort of disasters he's going to deal with tonight. Maybe they won't be as bad as usual because Quinn was on the battlefield.

Aaron chews on his lip and makes his way over to the shelf to grab his stethoscope, still biting his lip so hard he can feel the skin tear. He and Quinn are nothing more than friends but he knows she's hiding something from him and he has an awful fear of what that thing is.

Before he can focus too much on it, he hears screaming coming from the hallway and moments later the med bay door fly opens. A sudden stream of people come in, most carrying injured companions. The tables quickly fill and Aaron is thrown immediately in the midst of blood and screaming. He's about to go assist one of his nurses when Kyle Reese bursts in, followed by John Connor. Both men have women dangling in their arms. He recognizes one, Summer Baudin, and the other makes his breath catch in his throat. It's Quinn.

"What happened to her?" he asks as John lays the unconscious woman on the table. Aaron checks her pulse and finds one, a weak one but it's there.

"She was too close to a landmine, Summer was too." John tells him. Aaron then notices the blood on John's left hand.

"Are you bleeding?" Aaron asks and grabs John's hand to inspect for cuts but John snatches it back and points at Quinn.

"Not me, her."

Aaron is quick to pull off Quinn's pants and when he sees the blood smears over her thighs, he knows that the fears he had were confirmed. She was pregnant- was being the dominant word in this statement. She must have known but still chose to put herself in the middle of a battle.

"What's wrong with her?!" John asks urgently when he sees Aaron's angry face as he inspects Quinn's body.

"Miscarriage." Aaron responds. He runs over and takes a towel and rubs Quinn's thigh's, trying to clean and see if there is anything to disapprove his theory.

"A what?! How is that possible?" John shouts and looks at the girl in disbelief.

"Listen, I don't have time to explain it to you. I need you to leave so we can do our work. Now, sir!" Aaron commands. John looks at him, wanting to argue, but knowing better. Kyle has been sent out too, so the two men go into the hallway and wait until they're called back in to transport the first dead body downstairs.


Her eyelids are terribly, terribly heavy when she finally manages to open them. The lights in the room are so bright that she feels them burning her eyeballs and she cringes. The movement alerts her to another burning sensation, coming from her lower torso. She groans involuntarily as the burning starts racing through her body and the pain makes her shudder.

She hears something move beside her and she forces her eyelids to open again, and that's when she sees a pair of stony blue eyes staring at her from the chair to the left of the bed she lies on. It's John, looking at her with an expression made up of anger and fright. John nods to the other side of her bed and she glances over and sees Aaron leaning against the wall. He's glaring at her.

"You have explaining to do." Aaron exclaims angrily as he kicks a metal chair out of the way and slams his hands down on the side of her bed. Quinn has curled up and shoved her head into the pillow, not wanting to meet Aaron's angry glare. He's about to yell at her again when John stands up and holds out his hand as a command for Aaron to bite his tongue. John reaches down and brushes his fingers over her hair. She peeks out and he gestures for her to come out and face him.

'Why didn't you tell us about you being pregnant?" he asks bluntly.

Quinn runs her hand through her tangled her and squeezes her eyes shut. "I just thought I could handle it- wait how did you know I was pregnant!?" she asks. She sits up and looks alarmed and looks desperately at John for an answer.

John, however, looks at Aaron with a questioning look. He doesn't know how to handle this situation. Aaron has his head is hands and sighs heavily before looking at Quinn, who is starting to breathe heavily and looks terrified and is shaking her head. She knows what he's going to say- but she can't bear to hear it.

When Aaron finally speaks, his voice cracks. "You lost it, Quinn."

Quinn thought the last time she would feel tears on her cheeks was when she lost her mother. Today, she was proven wrong.