In a broken dream::

Comment:: Inspired by Julian Ovenden's song , In a broken dream.

Jill/Gordon centered.

He'd been pacing the halls for sometime, wondering what to do for the best. His beloved wife, who 24 hours earlier was laughing, chatting and working, was now lying unconscious, in a strange place (to her anyway). Completely unaware of what happened in the last 12 hours.

He had noone to discuss his predicament with. With time not on his side, he felt completely alone, hidden away from the world, left alone with his thoughts, knowing that his decision, ultimately would shape the future for them, changing everything life had to offer.

He went in a small room, full of hope, heading straight over to the small plastic cot in the corner, where he saw the newest addition to the Ormerod family, only Jill had no idea she was there. The tiny baby lay there, her eyes firmly shut, her chest rising and falling quicker than he could've possibly imagined. The bright lights were reflecting in her eyes, her small body littered with tubes, wires and needles delivering the essentials. She wasn't ready for the world, not really. However without her mum, she too had a fight on her hands. Complete with a poor prognosis, Gordon was divided.

He couldn't bring himself to leave, yet he knew Jill needed him aswell, now more than ever. Dividing his time between them was hard, especially if they both needed him at the same time.

He hadn't slept, wondering backwards and forwards between the two rooms, each with a different set of doctors and nurses, both bombarding him with information. They knew Gordon was a doctor. He knew the science. He knew the prognosis, luckily Jill's was good, albeit a long and slow recovery, but there was some hope, yet he feared for their daughter, who, at 29 weeks wasn't ready for the world, she wasn't developed enough and entirely dependant on all those around her. It would be weeks, if not months before she could face the world. Gordon wasn't so sure.

He couldn't ask Jill for advice, or hold her hand and do it together. He, for the first time in years, was completely alone. A nightmare that he simply couldn't wake from.

It was seeing his daughter, so fragile and small. She weighed less than a bag of sugar, and fitted neatly into the palm of his hand. She'd never met her mother, who was lying in a room, completely unaware of her existence. Gordon had told her, but he was unsure if she knew or not.

He yearned for them to meet, even if it was for a brief moment. The bond between a mother and daughter is a special one, one they'd have forever. Jill thought she had more time.

Time, as the 3 of them knew, was precious and once it's gone, it's very hard to get back.