By: Morgan
Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR characters and stuff. The only crap I own is the crap I make up myself. Yadda yadda yadda. Please don't sue me.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you ask me first.
Rating: R I guess for language, adult situations and some other stuff too maybe.
My Notes: Thank you to all the people who read and reviewed this last chapter. You have inspired me to write another one so go you. Hopefully, this one will be longer than the first one. I hope you guys like it. Please read and review again. It makes my day. Sorry it took so long to get this one out, but hopefully it will be worth it. I did get the title to this fanfic from that song, and you will see in this chapter where it fits in. Thanks.
PS-Megan, I'm sorry you were confused with the dialogue on chapter one. I'll try to work on that in this one and the other ones that follow to maybe correct that and make my work easier to read. Thank you for pointing that out. Hopefully, it will make my writing better now that I know that. :) ~Morgan~
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Angel Grove Memorial Hospital
Tuesday, November 11, 2000 5:52 P.M.
Stone Canyon, Ca
Tommy ran down the long, plain hallway as spectators looked at him like he was crazy. He didn't stop at the front desk to sign in as he was supposed to and he didn't care. His wife and children were here and he wasn't stopping for anyone until he found them.
After the line to Kim's cell phone had gone dead, Tommy had called and called back numerous times before anyone would even answer the damn thing. Finally, he got a hold of someone, a paramedic, that told him Kimberly was being rushed to Angel Grove Memorial Hospital after being in a very bad car accident. He had immediately slammed down the phone and left the house, after turning the stove off and grabbing his keys. He didn't even notice he had no shoes on until he exited the car in the hospital parking lot and quickly made his way inside. But, right now he didn't really care.
Up ahead he noticed a sign saying 'Emergency Room' and ran faster towards it. He was stopped by a male nurse as he reached the swinging doors.
"I'm sorry Sir, but only nurses and doctors are allowed in there," he said laying a hand on his chest, obstructing him from going in.
"But my wife is in there. I need to see her...please." Tommy clenched his fists and jaw, this close to knocking the guys block off from stopping him from being by his wife's side.
"What is her name? I need to make sure she is even in there before I get the green light to let you enter."
"Kimberly...Kimberly Oliver..." Tommy looked around him and into the glass windows embedded in the doors. He saw her, laying on a stretcher, doctors and medical staff running around almost frantically and hooking tubes and IV's all over her beautiful body. He squished his eyes shut and opened them again, hoping that they were playing a crude trick on him. They weren't.
"Okay Sir, we need to get you changed and into scrubs before you enter. Did you know you had on no shoes?"
Tommy looked at his feet that only had socks on them and sighed. "Yes, I knew that. I didn't have time to put any on."
The nurse ushered Tommy into a near by room that looked more like a closet than a room and handed him some 'one size fits all' scrubs. "I have to warn you... Mr. Oliver?"
"Yes, I'm her husband."
"Right. Her condition is miraculously superior than others who have been in an accident like the one she was in, but we are worried about the fetuses at this point. She has two broken ribs, a concussion, and a few cuts and bruises so your wife will make it out of this just fine."
Tommy let out the breath that he had not even been aware he had been holding. But, then he realized that all was not all good and well.
"What about our babies? Are they going to survive?" Tommy's hands shook as he slid the big pants on over his slacks, knowing that neither him nor Kim could handle losing a child, or two for that matter. Though they were not born yet, Kimberly and Tommy had bonded with the potential children and had fallen in love with the idea that they were going to have two little Oliver's running around.
"We performed a sonogram on your wife immediately after she woke up and found out from the stats that your son is doing just fine. He seems to have no injuries and his heartbeat and whatnot was perfectly normal. Your daughter's heartbeat, however, is almost nonexistent. They are prepping Mrs. Oliver as we speak for an emergency Cesarean, or C-Section, to get that baby out as soon as possible. That is her only hope for survival. They won't know the extent of damage done to the fetus until they get her out."
"All right. The baby will be fine though when they get her out; is that what you are saying?" They walked out of the small room and stopped at the doors, waiting for the signal that they could enter. Tommy looked through the windows again and saw that Kim was crying, in near hysterics as they draped her with various thing to ready her for the surgery. Oh how he wanted to dash in there, hold her in his arms and reassure her that everything was going to be okay. But, how could he do that when he wasn't sure himself that everything was going to turn out all right?
"We cannot know for sure Mr. Oliver. It all depends on the circumstances of the babies injuries. There is also a chance that both children may have several problems due to being birthed so early into term. Premature babies tend to have weaker lungs than full term ones along with several other medical issues."
Tommy nodded his head, "Is there any way they could only take her out and leave my son in?"
"I don't think so Mr. Oliver, but I'm no expert."
The doors opened as Dr. Bailor said, "Okay, you can come in now. We are ready to start."
Tommy entered the large, sterile room and went straight to Kim's side, rubbing her hair and kissing her over and over on the forehead and cheeks.
"Tommy...our babies..." She was crying so hard that Tommy didn't know what to do. Never had he seen her fall apart quite like she was now.
"I know Beautiful, but they are working on them right now. Don't worry, everything will be okay. You'll see." He felt like such a hypocrite and a liar. There he was, telling her that everything was going to be fine and he didn't know for sure. What if something went wrong? He didn't want to even think of the possibilities.
His words seemed to calm Kimberly down a bit. She wiped at her eyes and stopped crying almost completely. She grabbed Tommy's hand and held it with a death grip.
Dr. Bailor's voice rang out above the others as he asked, "How are you doing Kimberly? Everything all right?"
"I'm fine," she responded.
"Good. Now, you can't feel anything can you?"
"No."
"Great. You may feel a little pressure and that's normal."
"Okay." Her head turned to face Tommy and they looked into each other's eyes. "Did you call our parents or anything? They are going to miss it..."
"No, I didn't Kim. I'm sorry, I didn't think to. The only thing I wanted to do was be here with you."
"It's okay, they couldn't come back here even if they were here. But, they're going to be pissed." She smiled a little and the lump in Tommy's throat diminished a little.
"Yeah, they are," Tommy agreed as he kissed her forehead again.
"Okay Kimberly, you are going to feel a little pressure now okay? Do you feel that?" Dr. Bailor worked as fast as he could to save their babies lives. The quicker he got them out, the baby girl in particular, the sooner they could run the tests on her and hopefully the helpless babies would make it.
"Uh huh." She held on to Tommy's hand a little tighter.
Dr. Bailor smiled behind his surgical mask.
'So far, so good.'
"In about ten seconds you two are going to be parents. I hope you have names picked out for these two."
Kim looked up to Tommy with a look of anticipation and excitement lighting her face. He could see it clear as day in her eyes as well. A lone tear flowed from her eyes and she made no move to wipe it away.
Those were the longest ten seconds of Tommy's life. Here he was, about to be a daddy and they didn't even have anything for the babies. Well, they had a few things, but the baby showers were not even supposed to happen for another three weeks. They had no car seats, hardly no clothes, and most importantly...no names!
A loud cry filled his ears and he shot his head up to look right in the eyes of his new baby boy. Dr. Bailor held the baby out over the paper curtain so the new parents could get a look at him. Though he was pretty nasty looking covered in all the birth mess, he was the most beautiful baby Tommy had ever laid his eyes on...and he was theirs.
Kim was in tears the moment that shriveled little body appeared over her head. He was so beautiful and she was at a loss for words. He was so small...He was a little bigger than Dr. Bailor's hands, but man did he have a set of lungs. He was a loud one, and he was wiggling trying to fight his way out of the doctor's hands it seemed. Her own hand shook as it covered her mouth. No one could have prepared her for the instant love and devotion she would feel for the tiny baby. Her heart felt like it would explode as the doctor quickly cut the cord and handed him to a nurse that hastily carried the bundle to a table, checked him out, cleaned him up, and weighed him. Then, she realized that her other child was still in grave danger and the worry hit her again like a ton of bricks.
It didn't take long for Dr. Bailor to deliver the newborn girl and Tommy and Kim didn't even get to see her before she was taken to a table of her own and checked out. She wasn't crying. They saw she was hardly even moving from their spots across the big room.
"Dr. Bailor, her heartbeat is down. We need to take her to ICU immediately."
Tommy and Kim looked at each other, fear evident in each other's eyes. They wouldn't know what to do if something happened to one of their creations.
"Why isn't she crying? The baby should be crying..." Kim aforementioned, spastically.
The baby was whisked away and they still didn't get a good look at her. The frenzied actions of the medical staff had Kimberly upset as well. If they were that worried then something definitely had to be wrong. Kim buried her face in her hands and cried as the doors swung closed. Her baby girl was gone and she was helpless to do anything but lay there.
Tommy walked over to where baby boy Oliver was getting his foot prints from ink made on a piece of paper and sighed as he looked at him. The nurse picked him up and wrapped him again in clean blankets and handed the tiny bundle to Tommy. He carefully walked over to where Kim was still laying and stood by her head. She looked up at him and smiled a little, her heart heavy and half empty from worry and concern for her other child. The picture of Tommy standing there holding their new child took her breath away. He looked so little tucked in Tommy's arms.
Tommy laid the baby on Kim's chest and took a seat on the stool that was sitting by the foot of the bed. Kim lightly traced the baby's chubby facial features and gently ran her hand over his little bitty nose. Her and Tommy shared a jubilant kiss and watched as the little creature yawned as big as he could with his petite mouth, tired from all the work he had just done. They smiled and looked on in wonder at the little piece of heaven they had produced seven months prior. He half opened his eyes, but shut them just as fast as the light blinded him. Tommy cupped his hand to provide a sort of visor for the baby's eyes and waited until he opened them again. When he did, they saw they were as dark as Tommy's.
"Can you believe we created this little thing? He is so perfect Tommy. I love you so much." He wiped away the rows of tears rolling from her eyes.
"I know. Thank you so much for making me a daddy Kim." By this time Tommy was crying to.
"I want our other baby too Tommy. I want to hold her and look at her."
"I know. So do I, Beautiful. I'll go see what I can find out."
A nurse came and took their son to the Neonatal unit after practically prying him from Kim's hands and Kim was tended to by some other nurses. Tommy tried for over ten minutes to get any information he could about their daughter's condition, but no one could tell him anything. With a frustrated huff Tommy found a pay phone and dialed a number as familiar as he love for Kimberly was.
"Hey Mom...you'll never guess where I am..."
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Okay, just for the record, I'm not a doctor. Please don't get your panties in a wad if the medical stuff doesn't make any sense or it sounds dumb to you. I tried the best I could.
That is it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it. The next one should be out soon. Please read and review...I would do it for you. Thanks. ~Morgan~