"Where is she?" John demanded of the Sasquatch.
"In the study." He said, opening the door.
Helen lay on the floor, unconscious.
"What happened?" John asked as he touched her neck to verify that she was still alive.
"Seizure." He grunted. "I called the doctor."
"Where is he?" John demanded, looking up again.
"New City Hospital. He said he'd come as soon as he could."
John's face hardened as he stood. "I will return shortly," he announced as he passed by Will, Kate, and Henry.
The "Big Guy" looked over. "Henry, get the stretcher."
Henry nodded as he left the room, quickly.
"What can we do to help?" Will asked, looking over.
Just then, Helen began convulsing again, and Will tensed.
"Come on, Will," Kate said, touching his shoulder as she pulled him gently toward the door. "There's nothing you can do right now."
It was only a few minutes before John appeared in the doorway with Luke in hand. The startled doctor walked into the study to find Helen's unconscious body on a stretcher. "My team is coming," he said, looking over at Druitt. "And they don't need any help."
He inhaled before he began a quick examination of Helen's limp body. "Preeclamptic seizures," he said with a sigh. "We need to do a Cesarean section."
He looked over at the Big Guy. "Can you assist?"
The Sasquatch nodded with a couple of grunts.
Luke quickly administered a seizure inhibitor to his patient before he turned to Druitt and the rest of the team. "When my staff come, send them to the OR, we'll begin prepping her for delivery."
"We'll bring them down." Will said as the Big Guy transported the stretcher to the elevator.
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Nearly fifteen minutes later, John stood outside the operating room, nervously. "How long are they going to take?" He asked, inhaling.
"They're still prepping her for surgery," Will said, seriously. "I'm sure they'll let you know when they're ready to do the actual delivery."
They heard a familiar woman's voice, and John walked to the door. "Helen?"
"John!"
A nurse walked out of the room. "Is there a John out here?"
Druitt stepped forward. "I'm John."
"Come with me," she said, walking toward another room. "She would like you in the delivery room, so we'll get you scrubbed up."
He nodded, following her. Only a few moments passed before he returned, dressed in scrubs.
"Tell her we're rooting for her," Will said, looking over at Druitt.
He nodded as he walked into the operating room.
"John," Helen whispered, worriedly.
"I'm here, Helen," he assured as he took her hand in his own.
"They told me that I had two seizures," she fretted. "Do you know what that could do to the babies?"
"Sh," John whispered, leaning in close to her face as she lay on the operating table. "Everything will be fine."
"You don't know that," she whispered, fearfully. "Ashley assured me that the mission would turn out well..."
He gently kissed her forehead. "I'm here, Helen," he whispered, tenderly.
"Helen?" Luke asked, looking over at her.
She looked up at the doctor. "Yes?"
"You're going to be fine. Just a few minutes, and you'll be a mother again."
She sighed as she looked up at the ceiling, biting her lip nervously.
"Do you remember Oxford?" John asked, studying her face.
She looked over at him, confused. "Of course."
"Do you remember our midnight strolls in the Botanical Gardens?"
She managed a tender smile. "Yes, John, I do."
"As lovely as you looked in the moonlight then," he whispered as he tenderly brushed a stray tendril from her face. "You've never looked more lovely to me than you do right now."
She managed a tearfully wry smile. "You're incorrigible."
"Perhaps," he whispered, planting a tender kiss on her cheek. "But I've never been as in love with you as I am at this moment."
"John," she whispered. "I'm afraid."
"I know, Helen." He said, squeezing her hand, gently.
"Okay, Helen, here comes baby number 1." Luke announced.
John and Helen both looked up as one of the twins was pulled from her womb. "It's a boy," Luke announced.
"Is he breathing?" Helen asked, paling as she waited for her son's first breath.
The moment that passed was one of the most torturous of both John and Helen's lives before the newborn gasped for breath and let out a wail.
Helen sighed in relief as tears slipped down her cheeks.
"It's a boy, Helen," John cried, almost in shock.
Helen turned a tearful grin to her lover as she nodded.
"And...baby number 2..." Luke murmured as he pulled the second child from her womb. There was no waiting for this child's wail, and Helen felt as though her heart would burst in gratitude.
"It's a girl." Luke said, looking over at the waiting parents.
Helen closed her eyes as grateful tears slipped down her cheeks.
"A girl," John whispered as he leaned over and kissed her lips. "Two beautiful children, Helen."
She opened her eyes to look at him as she inhaled deeply. "Yes, John, we have very beautiful children."
He offered her a grin like she hadn't seen since their days at Oxford. "Helen Magnus, I love you with my whole heart."
She swallowed as she studied his face. "I love you too, John," she finally whispered, emotionally.