Debra is sitting up in her hospital bed, reading a magazine, when a nurse enters her room.
"Mrs. Barone?" she says, causing Debra to look up from her magazine. "There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" Debra asks, setting her magazine down beside her on the bed.
"I've just received the results from the tests we ran this morning," the nurse tells her.
"What did they say?" Debra asks.
Before the nurse can answer, Ray comes into the room carrying a bunch of balloons and a vase full of flowers.
"Hey butternut," he says happily, giving her a peck on the cheek before setting the flowers down on the table beside her bed.
"Hey," she says, giving him a smile.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, taking a seat on the chair beside the bed.
"Fine," she tells him. "But can we talk later? They got my test results back."
"Oh," Ray says. "What did they say?"
"I was just about to find out." Debra says, turning back to the nurse.
Ray takes Debra's hand as he also looks up at the nurse.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Barone," she begins, taking a deep breath. "The baby didn't make it."
Tears immediately spring to Debra's eyes.
"What?" she asks.
Ray moves to sit on the bed beside her and put his arms around her, trying to hold back the tears that are now sliding down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," the nurse continues. "There was nothing we could do."
"But," Debra says, barely able to speak through her sobs. "There's no way you could have made a mistake?"
"No ma'am," the nurse tells her. "The doctor is positive the results are correct."
"You can't do the test over again?" Debra asks.
"It wouldn't change anything Mrs. Barone," the nurse tells her. "I truly am sorry."
"Please!" Debra cries, clutching at the nurses hand with her unbroken arm. "There's got to be something you can do!"
"I'm sorry ma'am," the nurse says, her own eyes looking a little misty. She tries to think of something more comforting to say, but when she is unable to do so, she shakes her head. "I'm sorry."
She pats Debra's hand before turning and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.
"No!" Debra screams as she turns her face into Ray's shirt, her whole body shaking with her cries.
"No!" she hollers out again, beating Ray's chest with her hand.
"Shhhh," Ray consoles her, wrapping his arms carefully but tightly around her.
"No," Debra says again, her voice muffled by Ray's shirt.
"It's ok," Ray tells her. "I'm here. We'll get through this. It's going to be alright."
"No!" Debra hollers out again, raising her head to look him in the eyes. "No it won't! It won't! Can't you hear me? IT WON'T!"