After given the sedative, Amy was in and out of consciousness for the next several hours. She slept most of the time, but Ty could see her sleep wasn't restful. She whimpered and mumbled incoherently and if she could move without hurting herself, he was sure the small twitches of her fingers would be more profound throughout the rest of her body. When she was awake she wasn't entirely coherent either, it being obvious that she was still suffering under the effects of the sedative. Her words became a little more understandable then, but a lot of what she said didn't make sense from her groggy drug-induced stupor. Ty rode out those hours the best he could, alternating between sitting and stroking Amy's hand and pacing to keep the circulation flowing in his legs and to stretch out a little to keep himself awake.

When night fell, a nurse appeared with a tray of food for Amy, telling him that when she woke up he should try to get her to eat something. Ty didn't think she would, but nodded anyway so the nurse would just set the tray down and leave.

Somewhere within those long hours, Ty received a phone call from Jack asking how Amy was doing. Ty didn't want to lie to him, but he also had no idea how to answer, not sure himself how his wife was doing. It was hard to tell from the way the medication she was on seemed to muddle her mind and constantly drag her back to unconsciousness.

"I don't know. She's still drifting in and out of consciousness," was Ty's best reply, his voice thick with exhaustion. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so tired. Not even the all-nighter he pulled before a big exam left him feeling this spent.

"Maybe you should come home for a bit, Ty. You sound like you could use a few hours of sleep yourself," was Jack's next comment, noticing the heaviness of Ty's voice. He worried for his grandson-in-law just as much as he did his granddaughter, sitting there alone just waiting for something to happen.

"I'm fine. I'll catch a couple hours later." Probably not, but sleep wasn't at all a good enough reason for him to drive all the way back to Hudson, leaving Amy here all alone. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't.

That had been a few hours ago now, though, and Ty actually had caught a few minutes of restless sleep before being awoken by Amy's whimpering. He opened his eyes and turned to look at her, making a face of discomfort as he flexed his neck to work out the kinks from the odd angle he'd fall asleep slouched in the chair.

He watched her lips tremble as she formed inaudible words, her forehead twitching into a frown. Her head rolled to the side as she tried to fight away something in her dream, causing her to groan. Ty moved to reach for her hand, placing his hand on her arm as he had so many times to try and soothe her.

"Ty?!" Amy shouted, his name echoing around her. It was dark. Why was it so dark? She hated the dark. Turning around and around, she tried to find a light source, something to lead her away from this frightening place. Wherever it was, she didn't want to be here. It sent unpleasant chills down her spine. "Ty…" Why wasn't he answering her? Panic seized her as she stumbled forward, totally blind. She couldn't even see her hands in front of her face it was so dark. She had no sense of direction but knew she couldn't just stand there. Her hands reached all around her trying to feel for a wall or something to guide her while her feet took one careful step after another. She wanted to run, but because she couldn't see, didn't want to risk hitting a wall or falling off a cliff or stumbling into God knows what. "Ty, please… please help me," her voice shook with fear, afraid she was going to be lost in this darkness forever. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home.

Amy froze when she caught a new sound penetrating the silence that surrounded her. Her labored breathing was the only thing she could hear before, but now there was something else. Pausing, Amy held her breath to listen. "…Ty?" She called again into the darkness.

"Amy!" She spun around, eyes searching through the black abyss.

"Ty?" Amy took a step in the direction of the voice, but paused again when the noise from just a moment ago became louder. When she turned back toward it, there was a light in the distance in the shape of a doorway. Her heart jumped into a sprint as she forgot all about Ty's voice and headed for the light. Throwing caution to the wind, she broke into a run toward it before it could disappear. It grew larger as she drew closer, the sound becoming louder to where Amy realized it was a baby crying.

She slowed as she approached the open door, looking into what appeared to be a hospital nursery, but when she entered the room there was only one crib. Peering into it, Amy saw it was empty. So where were those cries coming from?

"Amy." Ty's voice was right behind her, causing her to jump, startled, as she turned to look at him.

"Ty… the baby…" She was confused, still able to hear the crying child as if it were in that bassinet right behind her.

"It's not here."

"Where is it?" But he didn't answer, only turned to look back through the doorway into the darkness. Amy followed his gaze, the cries growing faint as she stepped away from the empty bassinet, but hesitated in the doorway. "I don't want to go back into the dark."

"You must. He needs you."

"No…" When she turned to look for Ty again, he was gone. "Ty? Ty, please don't make me. Please."

"I'm right here, Amy." His voice was faint again, far away and coming from the darkness.

The dark frightened her. She didn't want to get lost again, but the soft assurance in Ty's voice comforted her, brought her to step out of the light and back into the dark. "Ty, where are you?"

"I'm right here," was his distant reply, bringing her to start toward it, pausing to look back toward the nursery, but it was no longer there, swallowed again by the darkness.

"Amy!" She jumped at Ty's panicked voice booming from behind her. Whipping around, her eyes widened as she was blinded by a bright flash of light.

Amy's eyes snapped open as she jerked awake, sitting bolt upright in a panicked daze. Her head throbbed, sending black spots swimming before her eyes and she cried out from the stabbing ache in her ribs, squeezing her eyes shut as her hands flew to rest on each place.

"Whoa, whoa… hey," Ty said quietly, having caught Amy in his arms when she sat up. His hands were light on her body, ready to steady her if need be but not touching her to firmly in case he hurt her.

"Ty?" Amy groaned, her eyes pressed shut against the pain.

"It's okay. I'm right here," he assured her, running his hand lightly over her back, watching her pretty face contort with the pain.

"I'm right here." The words echoed in her head but brought a sense of security over her she'd felt after hearing them in her dream. She was safe here away from the darkness. "Ty, the baby…" Her voice shook as she tipped her head to rest against him, his arms coming around her to hold her there against him without squeezing her like she could feel he wanted to through the flex of his fingers.

"It'll be okay, Amy," he told her again, firmly believing that it would, eventually. As with everything, time healed. Right now that's what they had to look forward to.

"No… it's my fault." A sob burst out of her lungs without her permission, causing her ribs to smart and in turn opening the flood gates to the rest of them. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry, Ty. I'm so sorry," she cried against him, reaching up to grip a handful of his shirt in her fist.

Ty's jaw clenched against the threat of his own tears listening to Amy's guilt finally begin to settle in. He knew she'd blame herself because he blamed himself - for walking away, for not just moving the truck out to park on the street and pay the damn meter, even for getting her pregnant when he had. They could have been more careful, should have been. They planned to have kids, both of them wanting to be parents, but they were looking further down the line. Not much further, but just not right now. "It's not, Amy. It was just an accident. That's all. It could have happened to anyone, including me." And he wished it had.

Of course it was her fault. She'd been stupidly paying more attention to her cell phone than where she was walking. She might as well have been trying to text and drive from how careless and irresponsible she'd been. She deserved to lose their baby, but Ty didn't. She'd been so excited to see him become a father. He'd have been fantastic at it and she more than anything wanted to give him a child. But, of course, she managed to destroy hope of that now, too. Not forever, they could try again eventually when she was healed and her body capable of handling another pregnancy, but it became just a huge question mark again because she knew she'd be afraid when that time came. Afraid of history repeating itself or that she wouldn't be able to carry a child after the trauma her body suffered through. It scared her and broke her to think she and Ty might not be able to become parents now because of her.