Minutes later, or what felt like, Lucas woke up to a dark quiet room. His eyes slowly opened as if there was an immense weight on top of them. He felt like he woke up from a deep sleep and one awful nightmare. It was too horrible to even let his conscious think over it. He definitely wanted to lean over and kiss his beautiful wife.

Lucas proceeded to turn his body off his back and to his side but something pulled at his arm. It felt like it was digging into the middle and in his skin. As his body woke up, pain radiated from various parts of his body. His head throbbed. His right leg sat straight as possible and propped up. He felt like his throat was made of sand and rocks. Every time he swallowed it had been immense effort. It took even more effort to keep his eyes opened for more than a few seconds.

"Kate," he called out weakly.

His lack of strength in his voice, caught Lucas off guard. He must have had a bad cold or the flu. Probably the flu since it explained the achiness and the feverish feeling that encompassed his whole being. He tried sitting up but his eyes grew heavy again.

"Kate," mumbling this time.

Haley Scott, Lucas's best friend and sister in law, sat up from her husband's arms. She rolled her head to both sides and let her neck crack. She blinked a few times and placed the warm bundle of pink blankets into her Nathan's arms after nudging him awake. She wrapped her thick sweater around her and walked over to Lucas's bed side.

The sight of him, something Haley had seen over and over again, the past four days still had the power to make her heart stop. He had a thick bandage wrapped around his forehead and his right leg wrapped around with a massive cast had been propped up by a pillow. He had a breathing tube resting between his nose and mouth. He had a plethora of tubes coming out of his arms and hands. She hated seeing her childhood best friend so frail looking.

"Hey," Haley replied softly.

Lucas's eyes slowly opened at the sound. He brought his eyes upward to see his best friend not his wife. He could not explain and or understand why she was in his room. Why did she come to his side and not Kate?

Lucas painfully gulped. "What's going on?"

Haley's big chocolate brown eyes covered in a shield of tears. She was very relieved to see him conscious, but she knew it would bring him more heartbreak then he could ever imagine. She had no idea how to tell him that the love of his life was killed instantly in the accident.

Staring down at his bed, Haley choked out the words "Lucas, Kate and you were involved in a very serious accident. You were hit by a train and …"

She could not finish the sentence. A hard rock formed in her throat. Tears fell down her cheeks. she blinked her eyes several times trying to rid the tears, but new ones flooded in. She went to speak, but nothing came out. She had rehearsed a hundred different ways to tell him the news, but now they had all vanished.

There is simply no delicate and or good way to tell someone that they had lost their one true love. Haley knew it would absolutely devastate Lucas. He loved his wife with so much intensity. She had never seen love like theirs. If having such an incredible love created so much emotion for him, what would taking it away be like?

Nathan stood up beside her. He handed her the swaddled pink. Once she took in her arms, he placed an arm around her. He could not let her deliver the heart wrenching news. It was his brother. Watching his older brother's fearful face also had him unable to speak. Nathan remembered the day Lucas came over to tell him he had met the girl he was going to marry. The man could barely get the words straight he talked so fast. He hardly sat down. He was so excited.

Crushed. Devasted. Paralyzed.

Those words were so minor to how Lucas was going to take the news. So how does a younger brother go about telling his brother? He went to open his mouth when the door to the hospital room opened after a light knock. All three adults looked up to see a doctor walk in.

"Hello everyone!" he greeted.

"Okay, can someone tell me what's happening?" Lucas inquired with apprehension.

The doctor took his big grey eyes and looked up at Haley and Nathan. When Nathan shook his head, the doctor knew no one had told him anything. He turned around and pulled a stool up. He sat down in it and looked Lucas right in the eye.

"First off, my name is Dr. Joseph Macomb." He replied with a light hearted introduction. Then his face became serious. "A few days ago, your wife and you were involved in a train accident. Some car rear ended your car and pushed onto the tracks. The train hit the right side of your car. Somehow you were able to get out of the car. You did manage to break your leg in about three different places."

Fear swallowed Lucas as if it had been a large monster. The look on the doctor's face along with Nathan and Haley's, who had both since sat down, terrified him to his core. He brought his gaze back to the doctor hoping the news would not be too bad.

"Your wife, however, was killed almost instantly." Slowly the doctor delivered.

Everything stopped. Everything. Lucas, within the matter of seconds, found everything in life has ceased to matter. His once bright and colorful world had turned to deep shades of black and white. Kathryn Hope Scott was his entire life. Now that she was gone, his life was over.

Lucas's eyes flooded with tears. He bit on his bottom lip as it quivered. His heart ached with the most intense pain. The pain his HCM gave him when overexerting himself could barely hold any pride in matching how he felt. This is a pain no medicine can treat. This is a pain that plunges one into the deepest dark places of the mind and soul.

As grief ate him whole, a piercing cry wailed into the silent room. The sound caused everyone to jump in their seats. Haley stood up and attempted to rock the crier back to sleep.

"You should also know, Lucas, that one of the babies did die along with Kate." Dr. Drake added on.

Lucas then had remembered his wife was pregnant. His heart twisted at the thought of their happy family they were so excited to create had disappeared right in front of him. More tears ran down his face as the wailing continued. The noise penetrated through his head causing piercing pain with every decibel of the cry.

"Can you make it stop?" he snapped.

Everyone at that moment stopped. Nathan quit fidgeting with a pink afghan's fringe, the doctor from rocking on the stool, and Haley from rocking the screaming baby. Even the baby stopped its shrieks. Haley walked over to Lucas's bed side.

"By it do you mean your daughter?"