Barbara ran her hand through Dinah's hair; she had Carolyn's hair, always so soft. Many times Barbara caught herself staring at her hair, glowing in the sun, so bright. In many ways Dinah resembled Carolyn. Her hair, her smile her way of nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. Barbara didn't show it, but she suffered too when Carolyn died, she cried softly the first few nights, her tears masked by Dinah's.

She stared into Dinah's glassy eyes and whispered, "I'm not ready to let you go, and don't you dare leave me."
Dinah's eyes rolled slowly to meet Barbara's and as Barbara watched the light in her eyes flickered and then her eyes closed.
Barbara caught her breathe, "No Dinah, open your eyes."
She shook her softly, not wanting to cause any more damage. Justin moved up closer and placed his head near Dinah's chest, "She's not breathing," He said then immediately started CPR. Barbara pinched Dinah's nosed and counted 5 pumps and then placed her mouth over Dinah's and blew air into her lungs. Justin repeated 5 pumps and then Barbara blew air into her lungs again. Barbara felt a tightening around her own chest I can't loose you! I won't! She looked up at Justin who had checked Dinah's breathing.
He shook his head.

Helena ignored the pain of in her hand and lifted another rock. Then she felt something. A feeling, like something slipping away, falling. She looked down and whispered, "Dinah, no." In a fury she quickened her pace. She couldn't understand how she knew, and why, she imagined Barbara explaining that perhaps it was a bond between Helena and Dinah that made her sense the teenagers condition. Perhaps Dinah was linking with her telepathically, but whatever the reason, Dinah was slipping away, and Helena needed to get to her. "Hang on, I'm coming."

Cris stared blankly at the woman thinking, "you got to be kidding me!"
She breathed in deeply, "OK, just breathe, ok?"
The woman nodded and Cris nodded after her, "We both just gotta breathe."
Silently Cris wished she had watched more of Chicago Hope. Her mind raced as to what she had to do.
A hand fell on her shoulder, "You take her hand, I'll help out with the rest, my wife does this every day," Shaun said reassuring her. Cris nodded and grabbed the woman's hand, smiling at her.

Justin immediately started CPR. Barbara pinched Dinah's nosed and counted 5 pumps and then placed her mouth over Dinah's and blew air into her lungs. Justin repeated 5 pumps and then Barbara blew air into her lungs again. Barbara felt a tightening around her own chest I can't loose you! I won't! She looked up at Justin who had checked Dinah's breathing. He shook his head.

"Push!" Shaun ordered. The woman screamed back, "I AM PUSHING!" She tightened her grip on Cris's hand. Cris winced and looked up at Shaun, "She's pushing alright!"
Shaun smiled and looked down, "I can see the head, it's almost out!"

A wailing pierced the silence of the tunnel. Shaun and Cris laughed as Shaun pulled out a screaming baby. The mother smiled faintly and then closed her eyes. The baby wriggled in Shaun's hands, and then he suddenly stopped, staring at Shaun. For a moment Shaun and the baby stared at each other, mesmerized by each other's presence. Then Shaun slowly looked away and at the mother, "It's a boy." He frowned. She lay motionless in the stretcher. Cris moved her finger over the woman's pulse and paused. She lowered her head, "She's gone."

Barbara bent her head and started crying, "No it's not your time!" She threw her fist through the air and pounded on Dinah's Chest. Suddenly Dinah sucked in air. Justin quickly checked her breathing and smiled, "You did it!"
Barbara buried her face in the crook of Dinah's neck, "Thank you God."