Author's Note: I BLAME INCOHERENT-NESS, SUNNY DAYS, SCHOOL PROJECTS AND THE STATE SENATE FOR LACK OF UPDATE. D: Well, maybe not the Senate.

I'm sorry! I really am! I don't know, I mean, I knew what to write but it was so darn hard to begin. But I lifted my lazy butt and I'm writing it now. So thank me in those little presents I hope you give me. (:

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Why?

Is it logical to blame actions on karma? Or on yourselves? Is there always something to someone to blame anyways? Frankly, Gabriella was truly confused in this tangled mass of agony and pain. Not that she'd be able to actually take care of her own child, but still, had it been fair for the child to simply die because of her lack of food, her lack of welfare and her lack of courage to escape sooner? She thought not.

Tiring thoughts encircled her mind as her vision blurred. All she could see was an IV tube extending down to her arm then digging deep into her flesh until is was visible no more under her skin. A slow, beeping monitor was attached to her gurney. The neon green line jumped into mountains and dipped into valleys at what seemed the most random times. Gabriella wondered if she were dying – why is her heartbeat so obscure? She found herself simply not caring anymore as her mind cleared slowly.

Faces peered over her as she lay face up on the wheeled bed. One was her mother, another was Doctor S., one more was Troy, and two or three more (she couldn't focus anymore) were unrecognizable nurses. The doctor and the nurses has mouth and nose masks on.

Gabriella stifled a small yawn and completely shut her eyes. She had already fallen asleep. A plastic mask was covering her nose and mouth, which was feeding aromatic anesthesia through a large tube into her respiratory system. Yes, Gabriella was about to undergo surgery to remove her late son.

The last thing Gabriella felt before she fell into a deep slumber was a cold touch on her cheek. She knew her son would always be with her spiritually. With this reassuring piece of luck, Gabriella became confident her surgery would go just fine.

Unluckily for her, the cold touch was simple a nurse, making sure her pulse was still beating. Luck was about to take a turn.

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Doctor S. supervised a student from a local university who was performing the simple operation on his female patient. It was a common procedure – consisting of only four parts. One was check all instruments and get the patient ready, such as, measuring and conducting the anesthesia flow, inserting the IV and checking all instruments. The second part was part of the actual operation. The surgeon would have to use a scalpel to cut open the patient's abdomen and make sure the blood doesn't clot. The third part was the eradication of either the embryo or the fetus, depending of how far the patient is along. And lastly, the simple stitches to close up the cut.

Doctor S. had performed it many times and was confident that the student would do fine. He noticed that the boy was rather nervous and shaky with the scalpel, so he gave a few encouraging words and kept on monitoring the procedure.

The boy was about to make one final incision before the surrounding doctors and nurses could remove the embryo. As soon as he set the blade to the blood stained skin of Gabriella, a consistent, loud beeping wailed through the quiet operation room. All heads turned to look at the nurse watching the instruments. She had turned frantic.

"The heart monitor! Her heart rate is …rising?!" she exclaimed in shock as she rushed over to the operating table. Doctor S. dropped his glasses onto his nose and pushed the student aside, who was shaking in fear of failing due to a surgical error.

Doctor S. bent down over Gabriella and quickly scanned her body. Everything seemed fine, except for one thing.

"Oww!" a yelp wailed through the OR. "My stomach is killing me! And I feel so dizzy."

The room went silent except for the heart monitor, still beeping normally. There was a problem. Apparently, the nurse who measured the amount of anesthesia to last through the procedure did something terribly incorrect – put too little of the chemical to be evaporated. As a result, a patient may die.

Gabriella had woken up – mid surgery.

And that could definitely cause some serious problems.

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Author's Note: How refreshing. (: An update. Enjoy.

TTFN.

-Kat xoxo