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Chapter 26-The Arrival of Ben
Cole burst through the double doors of San Francisco Memorial.
"Pheobe Halliwell Turner," Cole told the woman standing behind the counter. "My wife. She was in a car accident. She's almost nine months pregnant."
"Mr. Turner, I need you to calm down. I'm calling the doctor in charge of your wife's care," the woman told him.
Cole turned his head and saw Piper and Prue sitting in the waiting area, each holding one of the boys.
Cole walked over to him.
"What happened?" Cole asked, hoping that they would know.
"Wyatt and Chris orbed to me. They were crying and then, Wyatt orbed me to the highway," Piper explained.
"It's bad, Cole," Prue said, handing Chris to Piper and hugging Cole. "She hasn't woken up."
Cole sat in one of the chairs, his head now resting in his hands.
"I knew I shouldn't have gone to work today. I shouldn't have left her," Cole said.
"This is not your fault, Cole. You need to believe that. How could you have known that this would happen?" Prue tried to reassure her brother-in-law.
At that moment, a doctor walked up to them.
"Is my wife all right? And our son?" Cole asked, standing up.
"Mr. Turner, your wife is in a coma," the doctor informed him.
"Oh, God," he said.
"The baby is in distress. He isn't getting enough oxygen. I need you to sign this form allowing us to perform an emergency cesarean. If we don't get your son out in the next fifteen minutes, we risk brain damage, organ problems or death. If I do a cesarean, I can have him out in three minutes," the woman explained.
Cole took the clipboard from her and signed the paper, knowing that saving their son meant everything to Pheobe.
"Please, doctor, do everything you can. They are my whole life," he told her, tears in his beautiful eyes.
The doctor squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.
"I'm going to do everything I can,"she informed him before walking away.
Cole paced around the room, minutes feeling like hours. If he lost them, he knew that he wouldn't be able to go on. What kind of cruel world would bring him back just to watch those he loved die?
The same doctor walked back up to Cole, a small smile on her face.
"You have a beautiful baby boy. He's in the NICU just as a precaution. He's a week early but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him. His lungs are fully developed. He's breathing fine," the doctor told him.
"Thank God," Cole said. "Has my wife woken up?"
"No, I'm sorry. She hasn't. I can take you to see her and then I'll take you to the NICU to meet your son," the woman said.
Cole followed the doctor, Prue and Piper right behind them.
They stopped at a small room at the end of the hallway and Cole walked in.
It was quiet except for the beeping of the monitors and her raspy breaths. Cole pulled a chair beside her bed and sat down, holding her hand. He had never wanted to see her like that, laid up in a hospital bed attached to machines, her lively glow now gone.
"Please come back to me. Wake up, please. I need you. I can't live without you. You did it. We have a son. The doctor said that he's fine. I'm gonna go see him and then I'll come back and tell you all about him. Pheobe, you have to wake up. Ben needs his mother," Cole told his unconscious wife, tears streaming down his face.
Piper and Prue were standing in the door frame, giving Cole space with his wife.
The doctor walked back in a few minutes later and escorted the family to the Neonatal unit.
Cole scrubbed down and walked into the ward. As he looked around, he saw about 15 babies, hooked up to monitors, parents sitting beside them, crying. He hoped that his son wasn't this bad off.
Prue scrubbed down as well and walked in. Piper and Prue had to take turns going in since they wouldn't allow children in unless they were siblings of the baby.
A nurse showed Cole to his son and Cole gave a relieved sigh when he saw that his baby was doing fine-no machines.
Ben was still in an incubator and had an I.V. in his arm, but he wasn't as bad off as the rest of the babies were.
"Hey little guy," Cole said to his son, who was trying to stick his fist in his mouth. "Can I hold him?"
"Sure," the nurse said, opening up the side of the incubator and getting the baby boy out. "Here's daddy," she said as she put the baby in Cole's arms.
The baby was in a onesie (OMG!I can't spell it. It's the little newborn outfit) and a blue hat with matching socks.
A smile spread over Cole's face as the baby held onto his finger with his little hand.
Prue walked up behind him and looked at her new nephew.
"He's beautiful, Cole," Prue told him.
"Yeah, he is, isn't he," Cole said. "I wish Pheobe could see him."
"She will. Don't worry. She's going to wake up," Prue assured him.
"I hope so," he said, turning his attention back to the bundle in his arms.
Cole sat in the nursery just holding his son, praying that his wife would soon wake up, completely forgetting the fact that the Cleaners were going to come for him and the baby at any moment.
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