"Hayley went into labor, but there were complications. She slipped into a coma…Patrick, if we don't get there now, she and the baby will die."

She was already on her way out the door when he finally registered what was happening. He took off his seatbelt, got out of the car and raced off towards the doors of the hospital. He was half expecting the coma to be caused by her head injuries that came as a result of the car accident, and immediately began to blame himself for not taking quicker actions, before considering the other possibilities.

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Finally making it to the OR, Robin needed answers, and she needed them quickly. She had confided in this girl no more then 5 minutes ago, and now the same girl was lying on a table, brain and stomach exposed, with absolutely no explanation. She began to blame herself, thinking it was her overload of information was to much the girl's weak brain, and dumping all this on her made her think too hard and…

Her thinking was cut off by nurses who were shoving gloves and such at her, trying to ready her for the surgery, but her mind was elsewhere.

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"Dr. Lee, you need to get the baby out NOW. If we wait much longer, the hemorrhage is going to cause her brain to blow." Patrick was growing impatient. He hated waiting, especially when someone's life was on the line and there was something he could do to save them.

"I'm trying doctor, I've almost got…shit, the cord's wrapped around his neck." Pulling the baby out as fast as she could, Kelly handed him off. "You're clear Drake."

With those words, Patrick began to cut away excess pieces of skin to get to the damaged area. There were glass bits scattered in random areas, and in no time, he found what was causing the bleeding.

"So, can you tell what's going on?" Robin questioned him. Wanting an answer and not getting a reply was not something she handled very lightly. "Well, what the hell's going on Drake?"

"…I'm in…shit, there's a lot of blood," he replied. "I need suction!"

"What's going on Patrick?" she asked again, watching the blood stain his once white gloves.

"…Minor hemorrhaging, but the glass is causing tears, I NEED SUCTION DAMN IT!"

"Chill, Dr. Drake, I've got your suction right here," scowled Epiphany, stepping in to remove the excess blood.

"How's the baby doing Kelly?" Robin knew better then to bother Patrick while he was at work, so she made her way over to the other side of the room. She figured the baby would give her enough of a distraction until they needed her help.

"He's stable, but he's 2 months premature and we need to get him to ICU. He wasn't breathing at first, but we got the cord unwrapped and he can breath a little better now. He still can't breathe all on his own though; we're gonna have to put him on a ventilator for a while. He's showing signs of bronchopulmonary dysplasia, so I have to run tests for that, and I've gotta test him for HIV and start him on antibiotics, so sorry Robs, I gotta run."

"No that's okay, thanks for the update."

"No problem!" she yelled over her shoulder, carrying the pale boy in her arms.

As Robin looked back at the lifeless girl sprawled out on the table, she couldn't help but think that it could be her in nine months. She could see it now: Her baby was being rushed off to be checked for and signs of the horrendous disease while she lay on the operating table, holding on with all she had, because the disease had taken over her small body.

"Alright people, close her up."

The sound of Patrick's voice shook her from her thinking once again, as she glanced over and noticed that he had managed to stop the bleeding and prevent the hemorrhage from worsening.

"Nice job Drake…Another life saved," she said, walking over to him as he removed his blood stained gloves, discarding them into the trash can.

"Yea, well…you know me," he replied, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face. She couldn't help but smile too, but was brought back into reality when he grabbed her arm to move her out of the way so she wouldn't be run over by the bed that was being wheeled out. "Looks like I just saved another. I think that last one deserves a kiss."

His lips met hers, and for a brief second, all was right with the world, until she remembered that this man that she loved was also that father of her child, but was completely oblivious to the entire situation. Pulling her lips away from his, she stared up into his eyes.

"So…when do you think she'll wake up?"

"Hard to tell," he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "But I closed off the bleeding which seemed to be the cause of the hemorrhage, and the hemorrhage seemed to be the cause of the coma, so she should be awake in a couple of hours. How's her baby?"

"Kelly says they're gonna put him on a ventilator until he can breath more stably, and she said he's might have bronchopulmonary dysplasia, plus she's gotta get him tested for HIV and all…he's okay besides that though." Her face was beginning to grow pale as the thought of her own child was forced into her mind again.

"Well, we'll have to go check up him later then. So she had a son?"

"Yea, cute kid from what I saw. You think she'll name him after the father?"

"I don't know. Hell, she might've hated the guy."

"Patrick, I don't think she'd run away to Port Charles with him if she didn't like him," she said rolling her eyes.

"Well, Dr. Scorpio, you do have a point there. So, you wanna go see if she's awake yet?"

"Alright, let's go."

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"Hey…welcome back."

"Holy crap…I'm thin again!" was her first reaction to waking up without the baby inside of her. "Wait…I'm thin again-WHERE'S MY BABY?!" Hayley began to panic, and it took all their strength for Patrick and Robin to hold her down so she wouldn't rip her stitches.

"It's okay, Hayley, he's fine. He's being taken care of," Robin said, trying to calm her down.

"Wait…he? You mean I have a son?" tears began to well up in her eyes as she lay back down on the bed; that news seemed to be the only thing powerful enough to stop fidgeting.

"Yes you do. He's a beautiful baby Hayley," Patrick said, coming up alongside her bed.

"When can I see him?"

"First, we have to let you know what happened to you."

"And then can I see him?" You could tell she was eager to be able to hold her son; hell, she hadn't said one incriminating thing since she first saw the two of them, she must've known that pissing them off would just make the wait longer.

"Yes, I promise, but first let me tell you what happened. You went into premature labor with your son, which you may or may not remember considering the other issue. There were bits of glass embedded in your head, obviously from the car accident, and one of the pieces cut into a blood vessel. Your brain began to bleed, and you began to hemorrhage, causing you to slip into a temporary coma. I went in, removed the glass and stopped the bleeding. You're going to be okay, but we need you to take it easy so your brain can heal properly."

"So can I see my baby now?"

"Hayley, there's something else we've got to tell you," Robin began. "Your son was born with the cord wrapped around his neck. He's okay now, they put him on a ventilator, but we're also running some tests. He might have what's called bronchopulmonary dysplasia. It's probably nothing, but Dr. Lee was going to run the tests just to be safe."

"Oh my gosh, he's going to be okay isn't he?" For the first time since they'd met her, Robin and Patrick noticed a vulnerable side to Hayley.

"He's going to be fine. I'm gonna go see if they'll let me bring him in, I'll be right back," Patrick said as he turned towards the door.

"So…he's my son, isn't he?" Hayley said, directing the conversation towards Robin now.

"Yep he is. He's a cute kid Hayley."

"I can't wait to see him."

"Do you have any ideas on names yet? Patrick was wondering if you were going to name him after the father."

"No, Shawn didn't want that. He actually had a name in mind, and I was thinking I would honor him by giving his son the name he picked out. What about you?"

"What do you mean what about me?" she asked, beginning to get confused.

"Well, do you have any name ideas for your baby yet?"

"…Oh…you remember that, don't you?"

"Listen, Dr. Teeny, I may have just had brain surgery, but that last comment made it impossible for me to forget our little conversation. You're not really going to…abort your baby…are you?"

Their conversation was interrupted by squeaking of wheels coming through the door. On the front of the crate, there was a blue card entitled, "Baby Boy James".

"Here he is," Patrick said with a smile on his face. He couldn't believe that in 9 months, he would be staring down at his own child. Tears began to well up in Hayley's eyes again, as she was handed the blue bundle.

"You know what…you look just like you daddy," she said, still crying, as she smiled down at her son.

Robin stood up and began to back away from the bed. Patrick placed his arm around her waist and rested his chin on top of her head.

"They look cute together, don't they?" she said, staring at the site before her.

"Yea, they do. Makes you think about having kids someday doesn't it?"

"Don't you remember our conversation last week? I thought you didn't want kids."

"Yea, well seeing Hayley and her son sort of changed my mind a little bit," he said, thinking it would make her fess up.

"Will you two stop being so lame over there? I'm trying to enjoy my time with my new baby, but you gross conversation is kinda ruining it."

"And she's back. I knew it wouldn't last for long," Patrick said, walking towards the crate and removing to card. "So, what should we call this kid?"

"Ayden Liam. That's what Shawn wanted, so that's what it's gonna be. Ayden Liam James."

"Ayden Liam. I kinda like that," he said writing it down on the card.

"Well, Robin and I have to go, but we'll be back here tomorrow morning to check on your head, ok?"

"Good, you're finally leaving so I can have some alone time with my son!"

"Aww, that makes me sad," Patrick replied, pretending to wipe tears out of his eyes.

"GO HOME!" she said jokingly.

They said their goodbyes and walked out the door. As Patrick was making his way towards the elevator, Robin pulled him aside.

"Yes, Dr. Scorpio?" he asked with a playful grin on his face.

"Patrick, were you serious when you said she changed your mind about having kids?"

Credit to Jude for helping me with some of the medical terms.