"Are you okay Livvie?"

They were standing next to the vending machine on the maternity floor. Olivia wanted some crackers. She leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor.

"I'm fine."

"You're sitting on the floor."

"I need to sit down for a few minutes."

Fitz was not arguing in the hospital. He put the crackers in his pocket, leaned down and picked her up. Olivia was hot again.

"You are burning up."

"I'm fine. You can put me down. You need to put me down. Right now."

Olivia heaved the last two words and covered her mouth. She turned her head away from him and vomit poured from her hand, down her arm, on the floor, and on his shoes.

A doctor was walking to the vending machine and saw the vomit all over the floor. Olivia was so embarrassed. She cried looking at Fitz shoes.

"I'll get you a wheelchair."

"I don't need a wheelchair. I don't need to stay in this hospital any longer. I want to hold my babies and leave."

"Mrs. Grant. You're covered in vomit. You can't hold any babies like that."

"She needs a room."

"I'm fine!"

"I'll get you a wheelchair and a room. Are you her husband?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you can help your wife get cleaned up and changed into a gown. I'll bring the babies to you."

"You need to get Karen from school. If you don't leave now, you're going to be late getting to the pick-up line."

"I'll ask Maya to get Karen from school. I need to take care of you right now."

Olivia cried and Fitz lowered her into the wheelchair. She couldn't cover her face. There was vomit all over her hands and arms. The doctor let Fitz know a nurse would bring the babies in a few minutes and give Olivia a check up. Olivia was still crying when Fitz cleaned her hands and arms before taking off her clothes.

"It's okay." He said, helping her into the gown.

"Your shoes are ruined. I'm sorry."

"I have my workout shoes in my car."

"I don't want to need you."

"Too bad. I'm not going anywhere."