Amy walked into the house. She was coming home without her precious baby and it was breaking her heart. The hospital had put her on a suicide watch after she told Brock, within earshot of a nurse, that she wished she could just die. It was the words of a grieving mother. Brock had known she hadn't meant it. He knew at the moment the comment was made that she was still raw from the preventable death of her daughter.
"Brock, I'm going to go lay down," she told him. It killed her knowing that Ireland's death could have been prevented. She had strangled after the umbilical cord had gotten stuck around her neck. Taralyn, the nurse, who had bothered to take special interest in Amy's case had told her that a simple ultrasound would have detected the error and that normally ultrasounds were given every six hours to check cord position and position of the baby.
"Go ahead." he said, knowing very well that she was heading to the nursery.
As Brock had predicted, she walked upstairs and into the nursery. It was painted mint green with a white clover trim. They had walked long and hard to make it perfect. She picked up a bear that was pale pink. It was wearing a t-shirt that read, "Ireland Reine Lesnar, expected August 5th, 2003."
"Oh, Ireland" she thought. Her hand drifted down to her stomach. She found it hard to believe that her baby was dead. She expected to wake up at any moment with a kick from Ireland. She sat in the white rocker and clutched the bear to her chest. She began to cry. She knew it wouldn't be the last time she cried for her lost child.
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Dr. Tracy looked at the patient file. He was trying to figure out how to handle the lawsuit. Amy Dumas and Brock Lesnar were suing the hospital for negligence and malpractice. He honestly felt for the couple but he knew he could never get involved personally.
"What went wrong? Robyn should never have been allowed near this patient. I feel horrible. This couple shouldn't have to bury their daughter," he thought. He felt responsible. He had been in the middle of a particularly difficult c-section, when the page had come in. "I should have responded. I would have known in time that Robyn was practicing medicine," he thought. He knew he couldn't blame himself.
"Dr. Tracy, your lawyer is on three." Jane, his secretary said. He set down the file and picked up the phone.
"Talk to me, Pete" he said.
"This is concerning the Lesnar case. All they want is a written apology, a small monetary settlement and your promise that Robyn Halliwell will never practice medicine again."
"No, I won't do it. I want to apologize personally."
"Josh, I can't let you do that. You would be admitting guilt. Bad idea."
"Fine" Dr. Tracy agreed.
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Brock walked into the nursery to find Amy crying. His heart broke in two.
"Amy, while they had you in the psych ward, Taralyn given me a hand painted wooden box. The hospital traditionally gives you memories of your baby. Things associated with the labor and delivery. She felt that since we had lost her to an error by one of the nurses in the shift before her, it was the least she could do. Would you like to see its contents?" Brock asked. Amy turned to him.
"Yes, I would." she replied. He walked downstairs and grabbed a chest off the couch. He walked upstairs to find her looking at the window. Her eyes were filled tears.
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Sorry this chapter is so short. They're wiping my computer's memory and I need to get this up before I lose it.
Once again, I own no one recognizable and Dr. Tracy is still one of my creations.