Light was pacing.

In the bright and oppressive hospital waiting room that smelled like antiseptic and sick, he couldn't make himself stop. His anxiety was skyrocketing, high as it could go. He couldn't stop thinking.

Misa's heart had stopped. He had come this close to losing her and their baby. The magnitude of all he stood to lose both as a man and as a god was not lost on him. It had shaken him to his core. It had been three hours since he'd arrived here and the bile in his throat hadn't gone down from where it had lodged itself when he'd first gotten there. He couldn't keep himself from panicking. What would happen to his fiancée and his child? Would they survive?

The idea of either of them not making it tried to force the bile up, and he had to tamp down the fear to keep from getting sick. His father had come after the initial pandemonium had been over, and tried to comfort his son, but it was a fruitless endeavor, understandably. With the circumstances surrounding why they were there, it wasn't working.

"Light, please sit down." Soichiro Yagami said calmly.

"I can't, Dad." He said. "I can't just… sit there and take it." He said more softly.

"You have nothing to gain from pacing except exhausting yourself. You need to rest, just as Misa does."

"I know but I just… I can't. If I stay still, it will just… sink in." He said.

Soichiro understood that completely. The fear of letting everything sink in breaking you down. It had felt like that for him when he'd found out his family was being investigated. He recalled constantly telling himself to not think too far into it or he would lose his mind. Still, he worried for his son.

"I understand."

Both of their musings were interrupted by a nurse.

"Light Yagami?"

In a leap and bound, or so it seemed, he stood in front of her. "I'm Light Yagami. Is my fiancée okay?"

"You'll have to ask the doctor about that, but she is awake and asking for you. I'm here to take you to her room.

Relief shot through him like a drug, and he followed her.

In a tiny hospital room, sitting up in bed, Misa Amane lay there waiting for Light to come. Her head was pounding and her wrists and ankles throbbed and were horribly chafed and in some places bleeding, but none of that seemed to matter. She just wanted Light to come and hold her and tell her everything would be alright.

When the door opened, their relief was simultaneous.

She reached out her arms to him. "Light!"

"Misa!" He raced over to her and hugged her as gently as he could, uncertain of her injuries. He wanted to crush her to his chest and never let go, but he didn't want to hurt her. He took in her scent, the feel of her in his arms. He could feel her tears seeping into his clothes.

"I'm so sorry!" She sobbed. "If I hadn't gotten sick right then-"

"Don't." He found himself crying alongside her. "Don't do that to yourself. You couldn't have known."

"They haven't said anything about the baby. I'm scared, Light." She said, looking into his eyes. She looked so lost and frightened. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but the truth was, he was afraid too. He just squeezed her hand in acknowledgement, hoping that gesture would be enough to bring comfort to her when he couldn't find the words to do so.

The reunion was interrupted by the doctor knocking on the door. Both of them whipped their heads around to face him so quickly their necks hurt.

"Miss Amane?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Dr. Nakamura. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. Headache. How's the baby?"

The doctor flipped through his chart and Light had to fight to stop himself from ripping the chart from the doctor's hands.

"Miss Amane, after careful examination, it seems the baby is fine."

The relief that washed over them both was staggering. Misa fell back against her pillow. Light's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground.

Thank God.

"You have a concussion, and normally that wouldn't be a problem but considering that your heart stopped you'll have to stay a few days for monitoring, but other than a headache you should be fine."

"How did her heart stop?" Light asked.

"When somebody gets a concussion, there is a chance of heart attack happening. However, it has to be severe. She was hit in the head several times, and it caused her to have a heart attack." The doctor explained.

Light felt undiluted fury rip through him at lightning speed. He was going to make sure the man who did this paid for it.

"And the baby? Could this affect the baby at all developmentally?"

"To the best of my knowledge, her heart only stopped for a few seconds. I ran the numbers by one of our pediatric nurses, and she said that the baby should not be affected. We'll be able to test for any problems as she gets further along in her pregnancy."

Light's relief was so immeasurable he couldn't speak. He just nodded.

"In any event, Miss Amane, a nurse will be giving you lortab for your pain."

"Is it safe to take? With the baby, I mean?"

"Absolutely." The doctor assured her.

Misa smiled, and she nodded, resting a hand on her stomach. "Thank you."

"Certainly." The doctor said, before bowing out of the room.

Misa sobbed, and Light wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay. Our baby is okay." She said, smiling through her tears.

He was crying alongside her. "I love you so much, Misa. And I love our baby."

Their relief was immense. Finally, things could go back to normal. There was just one thing he had to take care of first.

"Misa?"

"Yeah?"

"What was his name?"

"Takako Tamuro." She said.

He nodded. "I promise, he'll never hurt you again."

Their lips crashed upon each other. They couldn't speak anymore.