She finally comes to, in a room, with a lot of bright lights. She blinks, and looks at the medical personnel, surrounding her. Barry, and Maura have yet to arrive. She looks at the nurse, carefully cleaning the gash to her head, where she hit it on the steering wheel.
"I.." she begins.
"It's ok. You're here at the hospital, and we're going to take really good care of you. Can you remember what happened."
"My baby," is the only thing that Jane can answer.
"Your baby? Ma'am, your baby wasn't in the car."
"No," Jane swallows hard, "You don't understand."
"Where is your baby?"
Jane takes a deep breath, and her chest hurts, "I am thirty four weeks along," she answers.
The next few moments are a blur. The nurses, and doctors, come in and out. Jane drifts in, and out. When she comes to again, she's in a new room. The same nurse is standing by her side.
"Where am I?" Jane questions.
"We are in the OR. We are getting you ready for an emergency c-section."
Another person in scrubs comes into the room. Jane expects it to be a doctor, a nurse, or even Maura. She finds Barry, instead. He takes a seat next to her.
"Are you the father?" the nurse questions.
"Yes," he lies.
"We're about ready to get started."
He nods. He looks at Jane, who looks scared out of her mind. He squeezes her hand.
"It's ok," he tells her.
"It's too early," she argues.
"I'm right here, with you," he promises.
That's the last thing she remembers. She drifts back to unconsciousness. She wakes up hours later, in a recovery room. She finds Barry sitting next to her. In a new room, but in the same spot. He holds her hand. She tries to make sense of everything that's happened.
"Frost?"
He looks at her, and smiles, "Hey! Nice to see that you're awake, finally."
"How long was I out?"
"A few hours."
"The baby?"
"Is fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"But..."
"The baby is in the NICU, doing pretty well, I think. You should have seen the nurse's face, when she realized that it wasn't half mine."
"Is he alone?" Jane inquires.
"No," he shakes his head, "Maura is with it."
"Good."
"You have a pretty nasty concussion, and a couple of bruised ribs. Luckily, for you, you sit in the backseat when you drive. You have a fractured wrist bone, but for the most part they said that you're alright."
"It's ok. I'm just..."
"Jane, you don't have to worry, the baby is fine."
"I..."
"It didn't cry at first, but after a minute, little one started wailing, and turned bright red. It looked pretty angry, to be out so soon."
"I want to see him."
He pulls out his phone, and shows her a picture. It's blurry, and the baby is covered in goo. She shakes her head.
"Not a picture," she responds.
"You don't want to see a picture?"
"I want to see him, in person."
"Of course, you can see him."
"Now!"
"No. Not now. You have to rest a little bit."
"Frost I just want to see him."
Before he has the chance to respond, Maura walks into the room, with a grin, from ear to ear. Frost just shakes his head.
"How are you feeling?" Maura questions.
"Like I was just hit by a truck, had my abdomen sliced open, and.."
"You didn't tell her?" Maura questions.
"Tell me what?" Jane wonders.
"They didn't do the c-section," Maura responds.
"What?" Jane looks at her, in confusion.
"You lost consciousness. They had a monitor on you, to monitor contractions. The accident caused you to go into preterm labor. They were worried about hemorrhage, but he didn't want to wait for them to cut you open. When you were in the ER he was barely in the birth canal. By the time they had you prepped, he was crowning. It was disgusting," Barry reveals, "You passed out, just before they discovered that."
"How is he," she ignores him, and looks at Maura.
"He's doing pretty well. They have him on a little bit of supplemental oxygen, for now. He's looks healthy. Nineteen inches, four pounds fifteen ounces."
"I want to see him," Jane adds.
"He's resting."
"Now!" Jane snaps.
"Jane, let them get him cleaned up. You should get some rest. You can see him in a little while."
"I want to see him now," she argues.
Maura looks at the monitor. She notices how high Jane's blood pressure is rising.
"Jane you need to calm down. You just sustained a head injury, and your blood pressure..."
"Please," she begs.
Maura nods. She motions for Frost. He grabs a wheelchair. Jane frowns.
"I can walk," she argues.
'I would feel better, if you didn't," Maura tells her.
"I..."
"Jane, this is the only way, it's going to happen," Maura lets her know.
"Ok," Jane relents.
Barry helps Maura get Jane into the wheelchair. Maura pauses the IV infusion. She disconnects the tubing from the IV. Barry watches, as Maura wheels Jane down the hallway. She disappears, past the nurses station.
He waits anxiously, in the doorway of her room, for her to return.