Amy looked at Brock as she had another contraction. She had never been in so much pain and couldn't stand the sight of the man who had gotten her pregnant.
"Relax, Amy, it's almost over" Brock whispered. Amy sighed.
"Alright, Amy, ready to have a baby?" Dr. Robyn Halliwell asked. Amy decided she hated her.
"Yes, I've been in labor for 30 straight hours." she moaned. Dr. Halliwell slipped a gloved hand under the blanket.
"Well, wouldn't you know it? You're 10 centimeters" she said, sounding surprised.
"Something's wrong with the baby. She just kicked really hard." Amy told her. Dr. Halliwell looked at her.
"I guess your little one is more eager to get into the world, then, we thought." she remarked. Amy knew better. It was a mother's instinct.
As if on cue, the fetal monitors began to beep, alerting Dr. Halliwell to a problem. She watched as the fetal heart tones went lower and lower. Amy looked at Brock, a mixture of fear and wonder written on her face. The look in her eyes clearly said the same thing she was thinking. Why wasn't she doing something?
Her instinct kicked in. Amy had Brock get a nurse as she began to push with Mother Nature as her only guidance. She watched in horror as the heart tones disappeared.
Taralyn, a nurse, ran in. She looked at Amy and seemed to look worried.
"Ok, Amy, everything will be fine. It's a little complication." Taralyn told her. She stuck her gloved hands under the blanket.
"Push, 123456 and breathe. You're doing great. Just relax. One more big push should do it." Amy pushed with all her might. "You have a daughter."
A doctor, neither Amy, nor Brock recognized ran in.
"Tara, bag her. Get her on a monitor."
Forty minutes later… Dr. Eugene Zimmerman, the resident pediatrician looked up at a clock.
"Time of death, 16:43. Clean her up and let the parents hold her," he told Taralyn. She nodded slowly. "Ms. Dumas, Mr. Lesnar, hospital management will be to discuss a dreadful error." he told them. Amy looked at Brock and wondered what Dr. Zimmerman was talking about.
"My deepest condolences to you. May I ask what her name is?" Taralyn asked as she handed the lifeless bundle to Amy.
"When I was pregnant, we couldn't decide on a name for her. We found out I was pregnant in Dublin. Her name is Ireland Reine" Amy said. She looked at the baby and silently prayed for her to stir.
"You didn't hear this from me. Dr. Halliwell isn't a doctor any longer. She's schizophrenic. That's why she didn't do anything. She told me she heard a voice that told her if she tried to help you, she would die" Taralyn told them. Amy gasped.
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Joshua Tracy, head of the maternity ward, walked into Amy's room. He had just been informed of a grave error that had cost a patient her child. He knew he would have to keep the incident silent. If word got out that they'd let a schizophrenic doctor near a patient and it cost the patient her child, the hospital would simply go under.
"Ms Dumas, I'm Dr. Joshua Tracy, head of Obstetrics. I'm afraid I have to inform you of a grave error," he said. Amy looked up at him, her face tear-stained.
"Yes?" she asked as she cradled her daughter.
"Dr. Robyn Halliwell should never have been allowed near you. She suffers from a mental disorder, known as Schizophrenia. That simply means that she's prone to erratic behavior and hallucinations. She was convinced helping you when the heart rate went down would be fatal." Dr. Tracy explained. The look of sorrow in her eyes instantly hardened.
"If she wasn't supposed to be practicing medicine, how is it that for the last twelve hours of my labor she was my primary care giver?" Amy asked.
"A new nurse screwed up. Dr. Halliwell had the necessary identification to get in. " Dr. Tracy said. "I'm very sorry you lost It.," he told her.
"It? You dare call my child it? Ireland was very real. She is a girl and should be treated like she actually lived. The time we had with her was spent growing within me, but we got to know her. Did you know she loved Neapolitan ice cream? Did you know she responded to her dad's voice? If you are going to come in here and tell me your hospital caused a fatal error, you can at least show my child a little respect." Amy said. She looked at her child and began to sob.
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Brock walked outside, after making sure Amy was asleep. The day had been pure hell. They had lost their daughter to a grave error and it was killing him.
"Excuse me, are you a new father?" a man, who Brock put at about 16, 17 asked.
"Something like that. What about you?" Brock asked in response.
"No, my sister had a baby, beautiful little girl. Her name is Carly Skye. What about you?" the man asked.
"My girlfriend had a stillbirth. A beautiful little girl, Ireland Reine." Brock replied.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. You've given her a lovely name, though," the man said.
"Thank you" Brock said. He got up and walked down the street. He just wanted to get away from the hospital for a little while.
A million thoughts were going through his head. The biggest one was why weren't the new nurses informed of Robyn Halliwell's mental condition. He felt that he should have immediately known something was wrong when Robyn Halliwell seemed surprised that Amy was ten centimeters dilated.
He looked at a sign and decided the beach was the perfect spot to cry. After all, he would have to remain strong for Amy.
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Disclaimer: I own no one. Anyone remotely recognizable is owned by the WWE. Robyn Halliwell, Taralyn (The nurse) and Dr. Joshua Tracy are owned by me.
This is the prologue