She stands over a basinet with two sleeping babies, in silence. The two babies are wrapped in separate blankets, but lying next to each other in the basinet they remain in constant contact. One baby's hand rests on the other's face. The second baby's hand rests on the first baby's arm. They sleep soundly. She watches them as they breathe in, and out on their own. She marvels at how small they are. Her eyes flit from one baby to the next. Their features are identical. She looks at them knowing she should feel joy, or elation. She would even settle for unhappiness. Instead, she feels nothing. She feels numb as she stands in the nursery staring at the identical newborn babies. She feels a pair of eyes watching her. She turns as Fin clears his throat.

"Are you going to hold them?" He questions.

She turns away from him, to look at them once more. There is no denying that they are beautiful babies. She begins to feel light headed as she stands in the eerily quiet nursery at one o'clock in the afternoon. She reaches out, and grips the edge of the basinet to steady herself.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

She doesn't reply. She feels something warm rushing down her leg. She looks down, and finds an alarmingly amount of blood, pooling at her feet.

"Liv?" She staggers backwards, and he lowers her to the floor as she loses consciousness.

Within seconds half a dozen medical personnel are hovering around them.

He sits, impatiently in the waiting room for what seems like days. He fidgets in the chair, unable to find a comfortable position. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, and his chin resting on his fists. He closes his eyes, and says another prayer. He opens his eyes upon hearing footsteps moving towards him against the cold tile floor. He looks up, and finds a nurse dressed in green.

"Are you here with Miss Benson?"

"Yes, I'm her partner," he stretches the truth.

"She's been moved to recovery. I can take you to see her."

"Is she awake?"

"Not yet."

"What happened?"

She leads him out of the waiting room down the hallway, in silence. Eventually they reach the PACU. She stops at the nurse's station, and turns towards him.

"It seems that she had some complications with her previous surgery."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

"The body's normal reaction to bleeding is to clot. She clotted, but with all of her activity today, her body's natural response was disrupted."

"Why was she bleeding?"

"I know that it looked like a lot of blood, but it could have been much worse."

"Did you have to remove her uterus?"

"No. Bleeding is normal."

"That was a lot of blood. Did you have to transfuse her?"

"No. Her levels are not at the level where we transfuse someone."

"What caused all of the bleeding?"

"Sometimes the uterus doesn't heal as quickly as we want it to, it is something we see commonly with women who have had a multiple birth. With the multiple pregnancy on top of the other complications she was at higher risk for bleeding. Her failure to follow our instructions, and stay off her feet was what caused the bleeding."

"And her passing out?"

"It was an episode of syncope brought on by the blood loss."

"Are you going to keep her?"

"Yes. We are going to send her to the ICU, and continue to monitor her."

Within an hour she's moved to a private room in the ICU. He sits next to her bed, waiting for her to wake up.

"Fin," she whispers.

He looks up, and smiles, finding her wide awake.

"I didn't expect you to be awake for another couple of hours."

"Why am in the ICU, again?"

"You had some serious bleeding."

"It's just one thing after another.. None of this is fair. I feel like I keep being punished for..."

He cuts her off, "You're not being punished. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why does it feel like I did?"

"Are you having any pain?"

"What did they do to me?"

"Nothing. They are just keeping you to monitor you."

"Oh. You're sure?"

"I am sure."

"They didn't remove anything?"

"No. They didn't remove anything."

"I wouldn't be upset if they did."

"You wouldn't?" He replies, in surprise.

"At my age the chances of me ever conceiving... was already pretty inconceivable. I don't think it would happen again, even if I wanted it to."

"What if you did?"

"I am ever going to want..." she trails off.

"Under different circumstances you wouldn't want a baby?"

She shakes her head, "Not anymore. I am too damaged. After everything I've been through the last thing I want is to bring another child into this world."

"Have you made a decision?"

"I have decided that I'm not sure why I ever wanted to make it out of that basement. It would have been..."

He cuts her off, "Stop."

"No, really. There have been no victories, no triumphs. There has only been more heartache, and pain. We still haven't caught them."

"I know."

"We aren't any closer. I almost died, more than once."

"I know."

"And for what? Two babies who are never going to have a normal life?"

"How can you know that?"

"Because no matter what decision I make for them, the truth is always going to follow them. They are never going to be able to lead normal lives."

"I understand that you're angry, but..."

"But, what? There is no bright side."

"You get to live. They get to live. That is something."

"Maybe that makes you feel better."

"You still have to make a decision for those girls. I don't care what it is, but you have to make a decision. They can't stay here forever."