Chapter Ten

Baby Girl

Twenty-four hours have passed since the birth of Cameron's baby girl and no one has said anything to Cameron about her condition. The nurse took the quiet girl from Doctor Stevens and left without a word while Cameron faced the last stage of labour. One by one the rest of the nurses left, then Doctor Stevens left in hurry to attend to another one of his patients. Now alone, all Cameron can do is worry. She sits with her pale legs pulled into her chest, body sore, eyes tired and her deep red hair in a messy bun at the back of her head. She brings her head from her knees when a fragile looks nurse with silver hair and a hunched back enters the room. "You have a visitor dear," the old woman's voice croaks sweetly.

"Where's my baby?" Cameron's voice erupts in a deathly hostile tone. Paying no attention to Cameron's question the old nurse exits the room as a tall man enters. His suit is a dark charcoal gray, shoes a shiny black, hair-line receding, smile has a charming sparkle and in his arms her carries a dark brown teddy bear and a giant balloon reading; "It's a girl."

"Hello Cameron, congratulations." The man says cheerfully as the door closes behind him with a click.

"They won't let me see her Paul!" Cameron cries before wrinkling her nose slightly. Why would Paul Kellerman, the man who worked on Burrows' case come to see me about the birth of my baby? She questions herself before speaking; "What are you doing here Mister Kellerman?"

"I saw your ultra sound picture two months ago and asked Doctor Hart to give me a call when the little one was born," Kellerman lies coolly, prepared to say anything to get Cameron to trust him. "I wanted to see the child of my former colleague and partner."

"Colleague?" Cameron yawns as her eyes take long blinks.

"Before I was hired by the FBI, I worked alongside you with the Chicago Police department," Kellerman explains his voice easily making the lie sound truthful. Cameron nods, slightly remembering a photo of her with her uniform in one of the boxes Michael and LJ had brought. "So, when do we get to see your little bundle of joy?"

"I'll let you know when I know," Cameron frowns. "I haven't even gotten to hold her yet. I've carried her for six months and they won't let me see her, they won't even tell me if she is okay." Cameron explains as tears build up in her eyes once again.

"That's not right at all. Just give me one second." Paul says and before Cameron can question him, he is gone.

xXx

Kellerman searched the halls of Northwestern Memorial Hospital full of determination, his goal: to find Doctor Stevens and get answers about Cameron's child. He comes to Steven's office door and knocks roughly on the oak. "What do you want?" Stevens shouts from the other side seemingly out of breath.

"Paul Kellerman, FBI."

Shuffling erupts from behind the door before it opens just enough for Doctor Stevens to see out and for Kellerman to see the nurse pulling on her scrubs and fixing her hair. "How can I help you Officer Kellerman?" Stevens questions his usual smile now replaced with a grimace.

"I am here in regards to the child of your patient Cameron Dobson." Kellerman says his voice full of authority.

"You the father?" Stevens questions calmly.

"No, just a concerned friend of the pissed off mother, I don't like seeing my friend in pain." Kellerman says smoothly so that it suggests he will do anything to get the information her needs. Though not a true friend of Cameron's he remembers his mother's face when his own sister was born early, it still burns like a fresh wound. "What can you tell me about this little girl?" He questions as he notices the blond nurse watching the clock then glancing over at Doctor Stevens. "This quicker you tell me, the sooner you can get back to your afternoon fuck."

"Miss is Dobson's baby was what we call a distressed newborn. Her lungs are extremely underdeveloped and we didn't have much hope for her." Stevens explains with voice carrying an annoyed tone thanks to Paul. "We have kept her under surveillance and the ventilator seems to be working. This little girl is very lucky."

"Is there a reason no one has said anything to Cameron about this?" Paul questions quickly growing angry with the doctor's idiocy.

"We didn't want to worry her with everything, she's already been through so much." Doctor Stevens states his defence.

"Yeah, because letting her sit in her room for twenty-four hours not knowing a detail about her newborn is way better." Paul states his words full of venom.

"Are we done here Officer Kellerman?" Stevens asks impatiently.

"Ah, yes. Don't bother talking to Cameron about her daughter; I think she'd rather here it from a friend than you. Good day Doctor, remember to use a condom..." Kellerman says his goodbyes, and the door is shut in his face. "...Ass whole."

Kellerman makes his way back towards Cameron's room only to run into Doctor Hart on her way out of the room. "How is she doing?" He questions slowly.

"She fell asleep before I arrived." Evangeline says before tucking her dark hair behind her pierced ears. "Are you going to stay with her, I have to take my shift down in the ER." Kellerman nods in response. "Good, good, when she wakes can you tell her I made the call she asked me to make?"

"Sure thing." Paul says as he flashes the charming smile of his that hides all of his dirty little secrets before the two part ways. Upon entering Paul takes in the sight of the large duffle bag Doctor Hart had left in the chair closest to the bad. He walks in slowly trying not to wake the sleeping redhead as he takes a seat in the further chair and wait for her to awaken to tell her the good news.

xXx

Cameron's emerald eyes featuring gold flecks blink slowly open after a well need and deserved sleep. She lifts her head from the pillow slightly so see a large black bag placed on one of the seats and a man seated beside it. "Hey," Paul smiles. "Doctor Hart dropped this off before she had to leave for her shift. She also said she made the call for you." Cameron nods in response before slowly sitting upwards to look at the bear on the bed side table.

"It's cute." Cameron admits with a faint smile.

"I knew you would like it, but I think I know someone who would like it more... I want to show you something." Paul states slowly as he retrieves cloths from the duffle bag.

"What is it?" Cameron asks as she slowly gets up from the bed.

"You'll see – don't hurt yourself." Kellerman says as he quickly slips his arm under Cameron's preventing her from falling to the floor. He slowly helps her remove the hospital gown and lets her lean on him for support as he slides a loose T-shirt over his pale torso and dark grey drawstring pants over her sore legs. After slipping on her slippers, Cameron wraps her arms around the dark sleeved one of Paul's and her leads her off through the narrow halls of the hospital.

It is a slow walk to their destination, but when the two of them arrive they find themselves at a Plexiglas window, on the other side; the premature baby ward. Cameron's arms slide from Paul's and she moves to the window in one fluid motion. Much like a child at a toy store window, Cameron places her small hands on the glass and with wide eyes she scans each bed. Her chapped lips move but no words escape as she reads each beds label desperately. Her eyes quickly fall upon a small girl; weighing two pounds one ounce, born February twenty-second, at three in the morning, her skin jaundice, small fingers wrapped in a tiny fist, and a dark curl of hair on her head. "That's my girl." Cameron smiles in relief that her baby girl is alive, as glistening tears travel down her cheeks.

"She's beautiful, though suffering from underdeveloped lungs and judging by the jaundice the doctor failed to mention that she has an immature liver. Other than that, with the help of the ventilator and the wonderful nurses she'll be ready to go home in three months tops." Paul smiles as he places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What's her name?"

"Victoria," Cameron continues to grin. "Victoria Ann Burrows."

xXx

"She remembers." Paul's voice escapes his mouth in a worried tone as he paces outside the hospital entrance. "I'm not sure how much, but she remembers her relationship with Burrows. It won't be long until she remembers everything she needs to, to bring us down."

"Paul, Paul, Paul..." The voice of Vice-President Caroline Reynolds sounds completely unsatisfied. "We can't let her get in the way of things... Take care of it."

Hey! This is probably one of my favorite chapter so far! Before I started writing it one of my friends (now ex-friends) told me there was no way a baby can live when born as early as little Victoria Ann Burrows. I literally cried. After some research and talking with my mom and fellow premature babies I found that I was born just about as early as Baby Burrows and Lived obviously. Your welcome for doing research and finding every way possible to keep the baby alive, I also thank myself because I don't think I would have been able to write this chapter. Anyways enough with the gloomy talk; what did you think of Mister Kellerman in this chapter? Doctor Stevens? The chapter in general? Look forward to reading your reviews!

I would like to thank jetplanejane for reviewing on EVERY chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Prison Break, but I own this little plot line with Cameron.

~Millie