(Obviously still told from William's point of view)
I was still crying about ten minutes later when Bordon entered the room.
"Sir?" Asked Bordon uncomfortably. "What happened?"
"Mary is alive but…but..our daughter did not survive." I finished in a choked voice.
Bordon swallowed hard but said nothing. It must have been embarrassing and uncomfortable for him to see me like this. Eventually though, he regained his ability to speak and said, "Don't be afraid to cry, Colonel, you've more than reason enough to do so."
"I know, but what will everyone else think?" I said through my tears.
"They don't have to; it is only I in the room to see you and you know very well of my opinion of you. Your reputation as a feared soldier in battle will not be tarnished, nor will your relations with those you work with." Said Bordon, laying a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Damn O'Hara." I said quietly. "Damn him to the fires of Hell!"
"Colonel." Said Bordon gesturing at Mary. "I think she's coming to."
I looked at Mary. She gently stirred and awakened, moaning softly.
"William…"She said, a look of pain crossing her face.
"Mary." I replied, my burden of bad news weighing heavily on my mind.
"What happened? Why do you cry?" Asked Mary, her eyes glittering with concern.
"Mary, I don't want to tell you, at least not now, not when you just regained consciousness." I said.
"Please tell me."
"No." I replied.
"William please!" Said Mary urgently. "Please tell me!"
I looked at Bordon who nodded at me and left the room.
I swallowed hard. Where was I to begin!
"You were found unconscious at the bottom of the stairs, and because O'Hara was at the top of the stairs when you were found, it is believed that he probably pushed you. Mary…our daughter did not survive the fall." I finished my cheeks moist with tears.
"William….no, it can't be…why!" Said Mary, her voice barely above a whisper.
(Back to Mary's POV)
Tears began streaming down my cheeks. My world was crumbling around me. Why! First, my father and brother were hanged and now, my daughter was dead!
William climbed onto the bed next to me and held me to him. I cried softly on his shoulder as he held me close, his hands warm upon my flesh as he reached beneath the bloodstained covers and gently caressed my aching body.