Tyran sat in a chair at the foot of Racey's bed as she felt a strong hand gently caress her shoulder. Looking up into Billy's eyes, her own sea green hues flooding with tears, she let out a quiet sob and buried her head in her hands. "How did I not notice, Billy? She's my sister for fucks sake! I know her better than anyone… How did I not see this?" She continued to sob as she felt him lift her from her seat and wrap his arms around her. "Ty… You gotta stop this. It isn't good for you, it isn't good for Racey, and it isn't good for the baby. Right now, Race needs her strong sister. She needs the woman who has taken care of her for so long, not the woman who is beating herself up for something that was beyond her control…" Looking up at him through her lashes, she felt her anger at herself building. "It wasn't beyond my control… Dammit, Billy… If I had just paid one speck of attention to her, none of this would have happened! Now my little sister is a meth head and an alcoholic, and it's all my fucking fault." Billy sighed and brushed her hair behind her ears. "I'll stay here tonight. You gonna come to bed with me?" Shaking her head, Ty pointed to Racey's sleeping figure. "I can't leave her… What if she wakes up? She'll be scared and confused, and someone needs to be here to tell her what happened…" She took a deep breath as sobs began to wrack her body once more. "You got all of it out of here, right? All the booze and the drugs? Needles too?" Billy nodded his head, then kissed her temple. "I got everything that we could find. Bodie found some bottles in the freezer, and some hidden under her bed… I even got rid of the belt. There is nothing to tempt her here, right now." Nodding her head, Ty kissed him gently, but she didn't feel it, and climbed into bed with her sister, wrapping her arms tightly around her.
Sitting straight up in her sister's bed, she screamed as pain exploded from her abdomen, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gripped the sheets. As she shifted, she noticed a warm liquid between her legs and began to panic, leaping up out of bed and turning on a bedside lamp. Looking at her shorts, the red liquid pooled in the front caused tears to roll down her eyes and she fell in a heap in the floor as she heard the bedroom door open. Billy rushed to her side, pulling her up into his arms in a panic, speaking forcefully. "Ty! Baby, what happened?!" Ty was hysterical, and all she could manage was, "The baby… Oh no the baby…" It was then that Billy noticed the blood on her pants, and his eyes widened. He sat her gently on the foot of the bed, then pulled the blankets back, seeing more blood on the sheets. Looking back down to Ty, he noticed her curled in a ball at the end of the bed, and he went to her, picking her up and sitting her in his lap. "Ty… What the fuck happened?" She began to shake, clenching his shirt between her fists and sobbed. Sniffing, he rolled his neck and turned toward the door, yelling to Spink who was asleep in the living room. "Call a fucking ambulance! NOW!" Turning back to Ty, he clenched her tightly to his chest. "Oh no… Oh no, please no…" Ty sobbed into his neck, holding herself tightly to him. "We're going to get you to a hospital, Ty… Just… Please fucking try to calm down…" She could feel the anger radiating off of him, but that didn't concern her. All she was concerned with was the fact that she couldn't feel the baby. He wouldn't kick. He wouldn't move. Their son was as still in her stomach, as if he had never been there.
Her consciousness waned in and out, bringing her to the surface for a moment, then taking her right back out. One minute she was in Billy's arms, the next she was being loaded into the back of an ambulance, and Billy was there holding her hand. She heard the rev of an engine, and looked up into ice blue eyes, "Don't leave Racey alone…" Shaking his head, Billy pointed out the window to Spink helping Racey walk across the parking lot and loading her into Billy's mustang. "She's coming. Don't worry about her, now. You're losing a lot of blood, and the more you panic, the more you lose." Again, there was anger in his tone, but she couldn't care less about it. "He isn't moving… He won't move…" Grabbing one of the EMT's by the collar of his shirt, she pulled him down to look into his eyes. "WHY THE FUCK ISN'T MY SON MOVING?!" The EMT looked to Billy, who shrugged in response as if he was saying 'Don't look at me, you're on your own,' and then back down to Ty. "Ma'am… I can't answer that. It's quite possible that you've just gone into labor early, and the baby is in shock… But… There are a few things that could be wrong…" Ty just stared at him, willing him to tell her something, but he didn't. It was then that she felt a needle being pushed into her arm, and in a few seconds, she was out.
When she woke up, there was a doctor standing off to the side of the room speaking to Billy. "Mister Darley… There was nothing we could do. The baby was dead before you even arrived at the hospital. The only thing we can do now is worry about the mother. She has lost a lot of blood, and she is building an infection from the… Baby inside of her… We need to perform a full DNC and remove the baby…" Billy blinked at the doctor, rubbing his head. "What does that mean, exactly?" But Ty knew what it meant, and hearing the words brought her to consciousness so fast that she nearly got whiplash as she sprang up in the bed. "No! No! You can't take him! You can't take my baby! He isn't dead! He's fine!" But as she said those words, she knew they weren't true, her body shaking and quivering with every breath as she tried to desperately to catch it. Billy couldn't look at her, why? 'Why won't he look at me?' she thought to herself, her eyes lingering on his for a moment. The doctor turned to her, speaking in a soft tone. "Ma'am… We have to take him. If we don't, you could die…" Ty tuned out, simply nodding her head as tears poured down herself. Billy's cold detachment to her left her reeling, and she laid back in the bed, welcoming the darkness that washed over her.
It was morning, light flooding through the windows of her hospital room, illuminating the white walls so brightly that it made her eyes burn. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to face her own reflection. Looking around the room, she realized she was alone. Calling the nurse, she leaned back in bed and tried to stop the tears that threatened her eyes once more. A short raven haired woman scuttled into the room, and Ty croaked in a voice that was nearly audible. "Where is Billy?" The nurse smiled a knowing smile and pointed out the door. "Outside on the phone. I'll fetch him for you, Miss." Nodding, Ty sighed heavily and watched as the woman exited, and one minute later, Billy came walking in. She had never seen him look so tired and worn. When he sat down next to her, he didn't touch her, which instantly warned her of his feelings. "Ty… Why couldn't you drop it? Why couldn't you just drop the fucking shit with Racey?! Do you know what the doctor said? Hmm? He said it was stress! Fucking stress!" –Standing up, he began to pace back and forth around the room, clenching his hands in fists at his side. "You couldn't leave it alone, and now what do we have to show for it?! A DEAD FUCKING BABY!" His cold attitude toward her hit her like a ton of bricks in the face, and for once in her time here, she flinched away from him. "I… Billy, I…" Glaring at her, he shook his head. "Don't… Don't fucking say you're sorry, Ty. I want you back on the streets next week. Spink will be here to pick you up when they discharge you." And with that, he walked out of the room.
Three hours later, Ty was discharged from the hospital and on her way home with Spink driving. He turned toward her, seeing the tears streaming down her face. "Hey… Ty, I know it isn't my place… But Billy just needs time." Ty glanced at him from her peripheral vision and shook her head. "It wasn't me he wanted, Spink… You know it… Now he's free from me. Just take me home, please." He nodded his head, and soon, he was dropping Ty off at the front door, watching her walk up the steps slowly, each step causing her pain. As she reached the door, she nodded toward him and went inside, straight to her bedroom, and curled up in her bed to cry.