As soon as Jim saw the blood he instantly knew. He knew, and he wasn't going to let it happen.
"Jim," he heard Pam's panic voice- full of pain and fear and he had to act.
Without a word he wrapped her arm around his neck and hoisted her into his arms, trying to block out the fear in Pam's voice.
"Jim, what's happening?" She gasped as he swiftly carried her to the car, only letting her down to open the door and depositing her into the front seat.
"Jim my crutches-" she started, trying to get him to say anything, to tell her what was happening to her.
Jim jogged to the other side of the car- trying to keep the fear out of his face.
He jumped in to reverse the car to pull out into traffic quickly, feeling the blood draining into his stomach.
"Jim, please- talk to me! Where are we going?" She grabbed at his shirt- begging him to face her.
"To the hospital." Was his only reply. His knuckles gripped onto the wheel like a life support. Pam gripped her stomach as another flash of pain washed over her. "Oh god, Jim, Oh…" She agonized between clenched teeth.
Jim gripped her hand away from her stomach and squeezed. "It's going to be okay Pam- just squeeze my hand every time it hurts, okay?" He tried to smile, but his face looked almost grey.
She gripped his hand tightly and squeezed, praying they'd get there soon as she the pain return.
Jim was propped in an uncomfortable hospital chair in a stark waiting room surrounded with strangers living through their own ordeals.
He didn't care about any of them.
It was been nearly an hour since he had rushed Pam through the doors of the Emergancy Room entrance, yelling at the top of his lungs for help.
The nurse at the front table had rushed over, calling out for a wheel chair as she inspected a writhing Pam.
"What happened?" She asked to a panicked Jim.
"She's bleeding- she's pregnant and…" he tried to explain.
"How far along is she?" She cut him off.
"Almost 3 months, how bad is it?" He asked over the chaos that was surrounding them, two other nurses came over to take Pam out of Jim's arms into a wheelchair. His mind suddenly jumped back to the accident when the two paramedics had to pry her out of his arms and he was suddenly hyperventilating.
The look on the nurses face made his heart stop. Of course it was bad.
And now he was forced to sit on the sidelines yet again- waiting to hear from anybody what was going on. He kept reliving the accident in the hospital room. The torturous wait to find out if she was going to make it or not- his nerves on their last thread of insanity. He had to know. He couldn't wait anymore.
Lifting himself out of his chair he approached a nurse walking by, trying to get her attention. "Excuse me," he started, but she shuffled by without even noticing him.
Jim felt himself start to unglue.
"Excuse me, can you tell me about Pamela Beesly- " he tried again to another nurse who walked by without a word.
And he lost it.
"Who can tell me about Pamela Beesly, right now! ANYBODY?" He roared in the room, feeling the hot stare of every other person in the room on him, but he didn't care. He needed to talk to somebody now.
"Mr. Halpert?" Said a voice behind him.
He spun around the face the same Doctor from this morning- looking cool and professional, not at all like he remembered. And looking nothing like Karen, he noted to himself.
"What's going on? Is Pam okay?" He wanted to shake the answer out of her.
"Mr. Halpert, have a seat." she offered as he obediently sat onto the uncomfortable chair, anything to hear what was happening to Pam.
The doctor gripped his forearm for a moment, "Ms. Beesly has what we refer to as a weak cervix. This can cause complications during pregnancy that can lead to a premature labor." She started.
Jim's face burned as he ingested her words. "Premature labor? She's only a few months along… she can't be in labor." Jim voice was raising.
"In these cases, it can lead to a miscarriage- but we have her in surgery right now-"
Jim didn't hear the rest of the sentence, he was stuck on the word miscarriage. It was only a few months that he left this horrid place learning he was going to be a father. Something he didn't know he wanted so much until he was faced with losing it. He couldn't lose it. He couldn't lose his baby. He cupped his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.
"Is there anything you can do?" He asked into his muffled hands, cutting off whatever she was saying.
"We have her in surgery to repair her cervix in an attempt to stop the labor… but, Mr. Halpert- did you and Pam ever talked about her wishes in this type of situation?" She asked in a solemn tone.
"What do you mean, this type of situation?" He dropped his hands to look at her.
The doctor took a long breath. "Pam is losing blood at an alarming rate- if they are unable to repair the cervix there is a chance that aborting the fetus is the best shot for her to make it."
Jim's brain froze. The images of baseball games and catch and preschool as flashed in front of his eyes. They were all disappearing. He shook his head against them. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't going to make this decision.
"Mr. Halpert- you're the next of kin on her file. You have to make this decision. If she continues bleeding if we don't abort, there's a chance they both could die."