The time was approximately 1 a.m. Bree had been asleep for hours when she first heard her telephone ring. She groaned, rolling over to glance at the clock. She stared at the phone, allowing it to ring three or four times before actually mustering up the energy to answer.

"Hello." she cleared her throat.

"Bree? Hi, it's uh…It's Lynette." she sounded somewhat disoriented.

"I know who you are…"

"I didn't know whether or not to call, because I don't think you're up for this but…I'm at the hospital." she continued to hesitate with every word. Lynette initially hadn't planned on calling Bree at all. It was far too soon for her to be back in a hospital setting.

Bree sat up in bed- her heart rate beginning to quicken. "What happened, are you alright?" she questioned her friend.

"I'm fine. I'm here with Susan. It's Gabby…"

Bree could actually feel her heart sink. Her last words with Gabrielle were those of rage, and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if something truly terrible happened.

"Lynette, please stop stalling. What happened to her?"

"She miscarried."

"What?"

Lynette sighed. "Apparently she was under far too much stress, and she's been experiencing a few of the symptoms- but didn't even bother to tell anyone."

Bree brought her knees up to her chest. "So, it's completely gone?" she was referring to Gabrielle's baby. Of course she already the fate of a miscarriage, but just wanted to double check.

"Yeah." Lynette replied sadly.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Are you sure about this?…Bree?" she realized her friend had already hung up the phone.

Bree rummaged through her drawers, finding the first suitable outfit. She didn't bother combing her hair or putting on makeup. She simply dressed and walked out, leaving her bed unmade. Of course she didn't actually want to leave. She desired nothing more than to be left alone in her bedroom. Yet she heard the concern in Lynette's voice, and knew she needed to be there for Gabrielle. Mourning the loss of her husband may be acceptable behavior, but she needed to somehow cling to those who were still active parts of her life. She would see Rex in her dreams, but she needed to face those who would be there in reality.

Before departing, however, Bree stopped into Danielle's room. Andrew, on the other hand, had yet to come home, but Bree didn't have the strength to worry about it. He had stayed out all night on many occasions in the past, and he would probably want her to worry…and well, she wouldn't do him the justice.

She gently woke her daughter, telling her that she would be back long before breakfast. Bree wasn't even sure if Danielle had reached a state of consciousness in which she actually understood her, but she didn't concern herself with that either.

Bree stepped into her car, which Lynette had picked up and returned just the day before. She hadn't been out of the house since her excursion to the bar. Bree felt herself beginning to feel sick as she drove along the route to the hospital. She didn't think it would be so hard when she agreed to visit Gabrielle. She felt her heart pounding through her chest as she saw road signs pointing to the emergency room. Bree looked over at the passenger seat where Rex had been just a few days earlier. She was beginning to feel sick to the point where she was considering turning around. Yet something inside of her prevented her from going back.

After a good ten minute drive, Bree arrived at the hospital. She slowly made her way inside the building. She had sworn to herself she would never come back to this hospital…yet here she was. She became dizzy as she entered the waiting room. It was all too soon, and far too much for someone as fragile as herself to handle. The room was spinning slightly, making it much more difficult for her to locate Susan and Lynette. However, after a few moments she took notice to a blonde and a brunette sitting over in a corner. She felt herself dragging as she approached her two friends. It was as if her body were instructing her to turn back, but her mind kept her moving forward.

"Bree…" Susan gently led her friend into a seat. "I don't know if this was such a good idea."

"Are you okay." Lynette added, exchanging a worried glance with Susan.

Bree ignored their concern. "How is she?" she asked, referring to Gabrielle.

"She's okay…pretty shaken up. I don't think reality has set in just yet." Susan began. "The fact that she didn't actually want the baby definitely helped…but well, you don't always realize how important something is until you've lost it."

Lynette actually grimaced at the last few words. "Well, thank you Susan."

"Oh God. I'm sorry, Bree, I didn't mean to-"

Bree rapidly shook her head. "It's fine." She was actually annoyed that her friends were so concerned about her. "Where is she?"

Lynette directed Bree toward the room. "Do you want me to come with you?" she asked, seriously.

"No. I'm okay." she saw the uncertainty lurking in the blonde's eyes. "Really Lynette, I need to do this on my own."

Bree then embarked on the short journey to Gabrielle's room. With each corridor, a different memory would surface. She felt her legs begin to shake, and held onto the wall for support. 'You can do this Bree.' she told herself. 'Try to be strong for once in your life…'

Bree finally reached Gabrielle's room. She gently opened the door, being careful not to disturb Gabrielle who was already asleep. As soon as she was inside of the room, she was instantly swarmed with memories. She forced her eyes shut, attempting to prevent them from coming to mind- but nothing helped. 'It's too soon', she tells herself, feeling tears beginning to well up. And though she tried to force them back, it is nearly impossible to prevent inevitable tears. She heard herself choking back a sob, and immediately covered her mouth- desperately trying to avoid waking Gabrielle.

Bree walked toward the window- resting her head against the wall as her body began to convulse. Though her cries were relatively intense, she managed to keep herself pretty quiet.

"Bree?"

The redhead heard a meek voice call for her from the bed. She cursed herself and wiped her eyes as best as she could before turning around. "I didn't mean to wake you, I just came to-" Bree had to stop herself. She was having a very difficult time speaking.

Gabrielle squinted her eyes, adjusting to the relative darkness of the room, and slowly sat up in bed. Though Bree tried to hide it, her tears were pretty obvious. "Come here…" she didn't ask, nor demand.

Bree pulled up a chair to her friend's bedside. "I'm so sorry this had to happen, Gabby. I don't even know what to say, I'm so sorry." Bree noticed that she had been constantly apologizing to her friends and family lately. Though she felt repetitive, she needed to continue. "…and look at me, I'm sitting here crying by your bedside when nothing even happ-." she spoke in between cries, wiping her eyes once again. "happened to me."

"Bree." Gabrielle interrupted, seeing how difficult this was becoming. She reached out to gently comb her fingers through Bree's hair. "It's okay. I can't even imagine how hard it is for you to be here right now. So I wouldn't care what you were doing. Laughing, crying, sleeping- makes no difference. All that matters is that you're here with me now."

Bree, who's elbows were now resting against Gabrielle's bed, could not even respond- she rested her head in her hands and continued to cry. She wished she could actually be a friend to Gabrielle…she wanted to hold her hand and tell her that everything was going to be okay. But maybe saying everything is 'okay', wouldn't actually help. After all, it's the farthest thing from the truth. Maybe allowing Gabrielle to feel actual reality would provide more relief than forcing her to accept a false sense of tranquility.