"You want something to eat?" Tidus asked Yuna, needing to say something to break the tense silence in the waiting room as they all waited for some news on the emergency surgery. Waiting had never been one of his strong points, and Rikku just wasn't his wife's cousin, she was a good friend and the first person he had met on Spira. The possibility that she could be dying was…it wasn't right!

"Food sounds good." Gippal remarked as Yuna shook her head at her husband's question. "Why don't we all go to the cafeteria for some chow?"

Baralai and Yuna refused to leave the waiting room, so Gippal, Nooj, and Tidus headed to the cafeteria, promising to bring them back some food.

"Lady Rikku?" the ob-gyn walked into the waiting room a few moments later, his scrubs only having a few blood smears and spatters on it.

"Yes!" Baralai and Yuna answered simultaneous as they stood up. "I'm her husband, this is her cousin." he explained. "How is my wife?"

Yuna stared down at her cousin's pale form, lying so still in her hospital bed from the lingering effects of the anesthesia. The surgery had been successful, but the cost was…unable to bear her mental turmoil any longer, Yuna lashed out at Baralai. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Baralai had been thinking of how to find the words to tell Trophy the bad news when she finally awoke, and this sudden verbal attack caught him off guard, and he just stared dumbfounded at Yuna.

"Yes!" Yuna looked down at her shoulder bag as she rummaged through it, pulling something out and throwing it at Baralai. "This is what she risked her life over!"

He caught it easily, recognizing it as her slave outfit, feeling a deep pang as he looked at it. "What happened?" he heard himself asking yet again.

"What happened? What happened?!" Yuna's voice grew shrill. "I just told you! You made her think she was nothing but a filthy slut, and she nearly killed herself because of that and the baby died instead!" Nothing Yuna went through in her journeys to save the world had cut her to core as much as realizing what she had slipped on when she was rescuing her cousin was the tiny bloody fetus.

"Don't fight, please." a weak voice pleaded, and Baralai and Yuna looked down at the bed where Trophy was just coming to.

"Rikku, you're awake…" Yuna blurted out, feeling her cheeks redden. "How are you feeling?" she asked quickly to change the subject as Baralai sat back down in the chair by her bedside and grasped her seeking hand tightly.

"Disasteriffic." Trophy muttered, staring at both of them with unfocused eyes. "Why am I here?"

"You got on the bad side of a hurricane." Baralai tried to make a joke to lessen the impact of what he had to tell her next.

"Am I okay now? I feel funny." Trophy said, then she remembered what Yuna had said just as she woke up, and she tentatively put her free hand over her stomach. "I…I lost the baby?" she asked in almost a childlike voice as the men returned from the cafeteria with some pre-packaged food for Baralai and Yuna, neither of whom had any appetite anymore. No one said anything for a few moments, and the silence was more than Trophy could stand. "Someone answer me!"

"Rikku…" Yuna gently started to say.

"I'm not Rikku anymore!" Trophy cried out in her distress. "Stop calling me that!"

"Calm down." Baralai told her, and Trophy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I think maybe this is where we give them some privacy." Gippal said, indicating Baralai and Trophy. "We can eat out in the hall." he suggested, though his appetite was fading fast as well. He preferred to keep things light and casual, and he couldn't imagine the grief his best friend and former girlfriend were going through now.

"Please tell me, Master." Trophy pleaded once they were alone. She was fighting to stay awake to know the truth, she didn't seem to have any energy right now.

"Yes, you lost the baby." he forced himself to say.

"Is that all that happened?" she couldn't help but wonder as her eyes filled with tears.

"No." he reluctantly answered, not wanting to admit it anymore than she really wanted to hear it. He was her Master, but he was still trying to recover from the news himself.

"What…what's wrong with me?" Trophy asked, suddenly more afraid than she had ever been before at seeing him almost unsure of himself.

"You…started hemorrhaging and they had to take you up to emergency surgery." Baralai told her.

"But they fixed me, didn't they?" Trophy asked hopefully.

"Yes, but they had to…take out your uterus to stop the bleeding." he finally blurted out.

Her lips quavered as her eyes finally focused on him. "You mean…"

"We can't have children." he told her, looking down at her hand in his, unable to bear seeing her face as he got the words out.

She shook her head at first, trying to deny it, until the tears finally escaped her eyes. "It wasn't supposed to be this way!" she sobbed.