Author's Note: Sorry this took a kinda long time to update, I was having some trouble with it. When I mentioned voting in the last chapter, I was talking about my poll. (Of course, they're having another baby). Review!

All or Nothing

Chapter 11: All Good Things Come To An End

Dante waited in his room, his nerves eating him alive. He couldn't keep his eyes off the puddle of blood on the floor. Is that really our baby? he asked heartbroken. The thought of Lulu lying on a bed with doctors leaning over her, possibly with the remains of their child flowing out of her body made him sick to his stomach. Why was it that he could only lie there and wait while Lulu was suffering in an immense amount of pain? Tears flowed freely down his face. He heard the door open and looked up to see his mom standing there with a worried look on her face. Her eyes moved down to the pool of blood next to the wheelchair and machines, and he could see realization smack her in the face.

"Hi, ma," he managed to choke out with a small, sad, forced smile on his face for the few seconds he could keep it there.

"Oh, my God, baby, I'm so sorry," she whispered, running over to hug her son. They stayed like that, silently crying for a long time, because there was nothing to say.

When Olivia finally pulled back, she looked at the pain and terror in Dante's face. She knew this was destroying him, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Several minutes later, Robin poked her head through the door and saw the looks on the faces of Dante and Olivia.

"I'm so sorry, Dante, but Lulu lost the baby," she said and tried to offer him a sad smile.

He let out the breath of hope he had been holding in for so long.

"She hasn't woken up yet, we'll tell you if she does. I'll give you some time to yourself," she told them before exiting the room.

Dante broke down in tears. Usually he never let himself cry, but the tears came and wouldn't stop.

His fantasy had turned into reality.

His dreams had been crushed.

The perfect life he had been living, was over.

Hours later, Olivia came back into Dante's room after checking in on Lulu for the third time.

"She's still not awake," she told him, not wanting to tell him the whole of what she had saw. Lulu's body was lifeless and broken, it looked like she had left her body. She couldn't tell that to Dante, not when he was already so worried.

His face was empty of expression. Olivia decided it was time for her to give him a piece of her mind.

"Dante Angelo Falconeri, you listen to me. You will recover from this, you hear me? You and Lulu still have each other, and you are still getting married. You can have other babies. You need to focus on Lulu. She needs you now more than ever. I know you can get through this," she said, everything she said the truth.

Dante sighed, taking in everything she had said. "You're right. It already happened, there's no taking it back. It's just that, this baby was the thing that completed us. It was just so perfect, Ma. I finally had everything I wanted, and it just got so messed up," he said, tears rising into his eyes yet again.

"I know, baby, but you can get that back, okay? I have to go, so just try to think positive, okay?" she asked, wrapping her son in a hug before leaving his room.

Dante knew, for Lulu's sake, he would do just that.

Several days later, Lulu had still not woken up. Dante was confused and distraught, she had been doing so well just yesterday.

When Dante asked Robin what was going on, she had replied, "Lulu's body was trying to support the baby and heal her shoulder at the same time, which was too much for it to handle. The added stress from everything was too overwhelming, which is probably what caused her to miscarry. Now she has to recover from the gunshot wound and the miscarriage, plus the head injury, so it may have put her in a temporary coma."

"A coma?" Dante asked in disbelief. "How long is temporary?"

"We can't be sure, but we're expecting her to wake up soon, within a few days," she explained.

Dante closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Robin could tell this was hitting him hard.

"You really miss her, don't you?" she asked quietly.

"Of course. More than anything," he replied, wondering where she was going with this.

"If you want to, we could move you into the same room," she offered.

"Really?"

"Sure," Robin responded, happy to help her patient.

When Dante was in Lulu's room, he felt a thousand times better. He managed to push his bed closer to hers so he could hold her hand.

"Hey, Lulu, I don't know if you can hear me, babe, but I really need to talk to you. Our baby..." he trailed off, not knowing how to continue, "our baby didn't make it. I know, it's terrible, but like you said, we can have more babies. Right?" he said nervously, trying to convince himself more than Lulu. "I guess nothing is perfect, huh? But we can make it close enough, once we finally get out of here. Please, wake up, honey. I need you. And I'll be right here waiting for you."