Ty was relieved to see everyone leave and again let him be alone with Amy. He was glad they came, but in all honesty didn't have the mental capability to deal with anything more than what he was that very moment. He was thinking about so much, like what he was going to say to Amy when she finally woke up, but when other people were around it was like his brain just went numb and he didn't have a single cohesive thought. Not only could he not focus on anything else, he didn't want to. As her husband, Amy's well-being was first and foremost his priority. He tried not to look at the bandages and scrapes that covered her body, but at the same time they just couldn't be ignored. His gaze lingered on her shut eyes on and off for hours as he sat glued to that chair beside her bed, holding her hand and rubbing his fingers along her arm. He never moved, never let go. Even when he started to nod off again, Ty just leaned down to rest his head on the edge of the bed rather than leaning back to slouch in the chair.

Slowly, Amy felt herself beginning to regain consciousness, but as she did, realized right away that she didn't want to. Her body was so sore and felt so heavy like her blood turned to lead. Her head throbbed so painfully above her right eye that her eyeball actually hurt. Her right side ached each time she breathed in, making the breaths shallow and slow. She lay there fighting off consciousness, wanting to go back to sleep not only to make the pain go away again but because she was so tired. Her eyes were so heavy she couldn't even get them to open without a fight and even when they did they were barely just slits. Her vision was blurry and the light of the room burned and made her head throb, causing her to shut them again. She managed to get a very brief look into her room, which she noticed right away wasn't her room.

There were noises around her that weren't familiar, at least not in the sense that reminded her of home. She could hear something beeping next to her and people talking in the hallway. It was all a little muffled as she was still fighting the line between sleep and being awake. She started moving her fingers, trying to figure out why she was in so much pain and what exactly was hurt. Her right hand moved easily but her left was still trapped in Ty's hand, hindering the movement. Feeling him there, Amy forced her eyes to open again so she could see him, extending her fingers out toward his face that was turned in her direction. The tips brushed delicately over the scruff of his chin.

Ty felt something tickle his face and turned his head to rub against the blanket to itch it away. But the motion woke him and he started to sit up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He focused his gaze on Amy then, blinking a few times when he saw those blue eyes peeking out at him, wondering if he was just seeing things. "Amy." She was awake. Relief and panic flooded into his chest as he shifted to lean toward her head, resting his hand on her shoulder. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

Like her body, her mind felt tired and heavy, even fuzzy. She was trying to piece things together to figure out where she was or what happened before she'd fallen asleep. But when Ty asked her how she was feeling, she was met with another challenge of getting her voice to work. It seemed to take more concentration and effort than it should have. "It hurts," she barely whispered, Ty having to lean in close to actually hear her.

His eyes trailed her body. "Just hang on, let me get the doctor." Ty didn't want to leave her, but forced his hand to let go of hers and went back to the hall to locate a nurse, who in turn went to page Amy's doctor, allowing Ty to return to Amy's room and retake his place at her bedside. She was still awake, which was a surprising relief to Ty as he reached out to take her hand again. "He's on his way," he assured her.

"What happened?" she asked, finding her mind incapable of locating that particular memory at the moment; though she found that trying only made her head ache even more.

Ty looked at her, wondering if she'd suffered some kind of amnesia from the accident. It shouldn't be surprising really considering she hit her head, but scared him anyway that she didn't remember, or was maybe just too disoriented to try at the moment. "There was an accident… when we were leaving the medical center. Don't you remember?" Ty was almost afraid to ask, uncertain of the answer he would receive.

Amy watched him through the haze of her vision and tried to clear away the fog in her mind when Ty said there was an accident. She remembered being at the medical center now that he said it. "Sonogram." They were there for her first sonogram, seeing their little misshapen baby on the screen.

Ty nodded, a cautionary relieved smile pulling at his lips. "That's right. After the sonogram, we were in the parking garage headed out into the city when Lou called." His words were slow as he watched Amy's face for any sign of understanding or not. She was silent for a long time, but Ty could still see her eyes looking at him so he knew she was still awake. "Amy? Do you remember?"

Vaguely. It was like she was trying to pull the remnants of a dream back into her consciousness. She knew it was there and could even make out some details, but still just out of her immediate reach. She could see the garage and remembered sitting in the truck looking at the picture with Ty. They were going to remain in the city for a while longer, but she forgot why, just that Lou had been upset about it.

"Amy?" Ty pressed, searching her eyes that just seemed to glaze over as she struggled to relive those moments.

"Lou wanted to see the pictures." She could hear her sister's disappointed voice on the other end of the phone, but then it cut out like the conversation just ended there. Amy closed her eyes against the pain in her head from both her struggle to remember and the lights stabbing into her sensitive vision.

"Right. You were talking to her when I went back to get my wallet I left in the truck," Ty continued slowly, hoping that him telling her would jog her memory. He watched her face contort with pain and the effort to remember. "It's okay if you can't remember." He didn't want her to further hurt herself.

But Amy was starting to see it. The picture was blurry but if she relived everything from sharing the sonogram image with Ty to watching him walk back to the truck, her memory began to move forward again. Lou's voice cut out because the reception in the garage had been spotty and poor. In her vision, Amy turned to look at a bright flash of light, but her eyes were still closed.

Before Amy could get the picture to clear in her memory, Doctor Mathers came into the room, nodding toward Ty then directing his attention to Amy. "It's good to see you awake Mrs. Borden. I understand you're experiencing some pain?"

Amy opened her eyes to look at the doctor who was hovering over her, looking down at her in a kind way as he waited patiently for her to answer. "My head. And my side." Actually, pretty much her entire body was sore, but those places were the worst.

The doctor nodded as he removed the stethoscope from his neck and began going through all of the usual checks. "They were the places that suffered the greatest trauma. I'll up your morphine dosage to ease the pain and help you sleep. Rest is really what you need for your body to heal. Do you remember what happened?"

Ty just went through that, but Amy was better able to answer the doctor now that she had some of those answers herself and didn't have to go through the process of remembering all over again. "I was in an accident."

"Good. And do you know your name?"

"Amy Borden."

"And who is this? What's his name?"

"That's my husband, Ty."

"Do you know your wedding anniversary?"

Amy paused, a pause that caused the doctor to glance at Ty who stared down at Amy with a concerned expression. "June 16th."

Doctor Mathers looked up at Ty for confirmation. He nodded and that seemed to satisfy the doctor's concern of memory loss. "Good. That's good, Amy. It doesn't seem you've suffered any memory loss. That bump to your head was our biggest concern since brain injuries are hardest to combat. You have a couple cracked ribs from where the car struck and since they didn't puncture any vital organs we're just going to leave them to heal on their own. You're going to feel pretty bad for the next few weeks while your body works on healing itself, so once you're home that means taking it easy. We don't want you having to come back here from reinjuring yourself." He smiled knowingly, aware that many people were not content with being bed ridden even after they started feeling back to their old selves. One wrong move could have them back to square one again.

Amy listened to the doctor, or tried to. Her attention was drifting in and out from her desire to close her eyes and go back to sleep, which caused her thoughts to wander. She waited for him to say how the baby fared in all of this, figuring that since he hadn't said anything that it was doing okay. But when the nurse came to replace her morphine drip with a new one, Amy's mind clicked into place. "That won't harm the baby?" she asked her eyes moving away from the bag to the doctor who stopped talking abruptly and shot a look over to Ty.

He knew this was coming. For hours he agonized over it and tried to mentally prepare himself for it, but the way she asked so blissfully ignorant made Ty's heart ache as his gaze lowered to his wife.

Her eyes moved from the doctor to Ty when she saw him look at her husband. "What?" The way they were looking at each other and now her was making her nervous, which could be heard by the increase of her heart on the monitor beside her bed. "Ty?"

"I'll be back to check on you in a little while," the doctor said, dismissing himself and allowing them to have their privacy.

Amy's head was starting to ache as she stared at her husband, very much disliking the fact that he wasn't answering her. "Ty. The baby's all right… right?"

He looked up the bed at her, trying so hard to open his mouth and get his voice to work but he couldn't form the words and hold his tears at bay at the same time. "Amy…" was all he could say with his voice strained and sounding forced. His hand tightened in hers when he saw her expression change abruptly.

"No… no." Her voice shook and cracked as hot tears began to seep from her eyes. Her head was throbbing so hard she thought it was going to split in two and her silent sobs made her ribs ache. She tried to hold them back, but they came of their own accord.

"I'm sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry," Ty finally said after swallowing the lump in his throat. He leaned up to cradle Amy's face tenderly in his hand, resting his lips against the tears streaming down her cheeks. He wanted so badly to crawl into that bed and wrap her up tightly in his arms and hold her while she cried but he couldn't. Not without making her pain worse. Quietly he shushed her, pulling his head back to look at the heartbreak in her eyes and trying not to let it further shatter him. He told himself he would be strong for her and that's what he was going to be.

Ty ran his thumb over her face to wipe at her tears. "It'll be okay, I promise. You just need to focus on getting better, okay? You need to rest."

"No," Amy groaned, wishing the pain killers would hurry up and do their job so she could cry without causing herself to shed additional tears from the pain. "No, it's not okay, Ty. It's not." Sobs shook her once the words were out and she had to shut her eyes again against the pain that shocked her body. She couldn't tell what was physical and what was emotional anymore, except that she didn't before have such a terrible ache in her chest until then. It felt like it was being tightened in a vice and made it hard for her to breath alongside the pain in her ribcage.

She didn't remember what happened much after that, blacking out entirely from the agony of learning their baby didn't survive the accident. A nurse had come in and injected her with a sedative that lulled her to sleep within a few short minutes, giving Ty a reprieve and chance to fall back into the chair beside her bed.