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JOHNNY POV

"Lulu!?"

She wasn't waking. I shook her, and brought her up in my arms. I put my face down to her chest to make sure she was breathing, and her heart was still beating. The beats were faint, but they were there. I rushed to the phone.

"Yes, please…my girlfriend--I don't--know, she's not--please…HELP HER!"

"Sir, calm down, we'll send an ambulance. Stay calm."

I hung up the phone quickly, and rushed back to Lulu. "Lulu…baby, everything is going to be okay, just stay with me baby, please, Stay with me…I cant loose you again!"

I heard the faint sirens, and they slowly got louder.

There was heavy pounds at the door a few moments later, and I picked her up, and rushed to the door.

They came in with a long gurney, and I placed her carefully on it. They kind of shoved me out of the way, so I stood back a little. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt like my throat was blocked, and the walls were closing around me. I just wanted to die.

They rushed her into the ER, and down the hall, joining doctors along the way. I chased them, but an older nurse stopped me.

"Sir, don't make this any harder than it already is. Please, just stay back, let them do their job."

"She's gonna be okay. She's gonna be okay." I didn't know how many times I repeated this, and just finally gave up, and sunk to my knees, and put my face in my hands. I felt two small hands on my shoulders.

"Sir, I'm sure she'll be fine. Whatever this is, whatever happened to her, she'll be okay. I'm sure she just passed out or something." She rubbed my shoulders, and I sobbed into my hands.

About an hour had passed, and I was going crazy. I was pacing throughout the hospital, and I was mentally kicking myself for what was happening.

I looked over my shoulder, and saw a doctor. He sighed heavily, and took his cap off. I faced him.

"H--How is she?"

"You're wife…"

Hearing him call her my wife mad me feel like I was loosing her all the more.

"She has a very rare blood disease. Her blood type is causing her brain to swell."

"Like meningitis?"

"No--Not exactly, her blood type, its not a match for her body. It can be fatal. I know this is hard, but do you have any children?"

I shook my head. "N-No…why?"

"Well, in most cases, children are matches and can donate blood, in that case, the person would have a greater chance of surviving."

"So your saying her chances of survival are…"

"There's no way to tell if her rates are that high right now, we'll know more within the next 24-48 hours.""So how is she now?"

"We put her in a coma. For the brain to calm. However, I don't see your wife…waking up."

I stood there frozen. Never waking up? I wouldn't be able to live if she never woke up.

"What do you mean she's not going to wake up?"

"Her brain is being pressurized, and her blood is disintegrating. There's no way to save her. You're sure she doesn't have any children?"

I thought of Alaina. "No."

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, have you been sexual with your wife in the last 2 weeks?"

I hesitated. "Yes."

"I'll be back."

He just left like that.

I waited.

I saw the doctor coming down the hall, and I walked up to him.

"Your wife…she's 2 and a half weeks pregnant."

There was no use to be happy.

"She cant know about this. About this baby. You have to save her."

"Mr. Zacharra…."

"NO! YOU SAVE HER! YOU HEAR ME!?" I pushed all the papers off the desk, and pushed the doctor up against the wall and spat thru gritted teeth.

"You save her! You don't tell her about this! SAVE HER!"

Security pulled me off of him."

"You son of a bitch. YOU SAVE HER. HER!" I yelled as he walked down the hall.

A few hours later, I was allowed to go in, and see Lulu. I walked into her room, and sat beside her bed. I took her hand in my own.

"Lulu…I'm so sorry. But I cant loose you. I cant live without you. So I'm doing what's best. We can make another baby. We cant make another you. So I'm choosing you. I'm not going to let you die. But Lulu…you have to understand…I'm doing this to save you. I need you baby."I wanted this baby honestly. I haven't really had time to process through my brain that she was pregnant.

It's been 3 weeks since Lulu's been in a coma, and I was slowly fading away. I cried every night. I needed her. The more I thought about the fact that she was pregnant. And having my baby made me want It so much more. To be able to hold the little life that we created. A part of her, a part of me.

I visited her every day, but each time I did, It hurt all the more.

The doctors said that If I was sticking to my plan to have the baby save Lulu, then we would have to wait the full nine months, for the blood to be enough for her.

In the mean time, they were feeding her transfusions of blood, just to keep her on something. They had told me that there was a chance that she could wake up, without the baby having to be sacrificed, but I was definitely going to stick to the plan of which was that if I did sacrifice the baby to save her, that she could NEVER know about it.

I still didn't want to think about that, Having a little innocent life taken away, and if Lulu ever found out that another baby died that was still inside her, she wouldn't want to live any more.

4 MONTHS LATER

Lulu wasn't getting any better.

However, Everytime I went to see her, her stomach got bigger. I always thought about what it would be like if we were just the way we were, and this never happened. We would be doing this together.

Lulu is now 4 months pregnant, and the baby is perfectly healthy.

Which makes it all the more difficult.

3 MONTHS LATER

Lulu was seven months pregnant now, and still lying in that damned hospital bed. She was trapped in her own body, being fed paste thru tubes. I constantly asked the doctors if that was good for the baby, but got the same answer each time. "It's what Lulu needs."

I desperately just wanted her to wake up so we could be happy, but that clearly just wasn't happening.

2 MONTHS LATER

She was now nine months pregnant. Her due date was tomorrow, and that made me even more depressed. They were going to cercerianlly remove the baby, and slowly feed its blood into Lulu's system.

It made my heart ache to know that we were killing a baby, taking its life away, and never giving it a chance to live. Either way, I was being forced to take a life that just didn't deserve to be taken. But I just can't loose Lulu.

The past two nights, I slept at the hospital, with the due date coming up and all.

The doctors had broken the news to me that even if she got enough blood, that there was still a chance that she may never wake up. That absolutely terrified me. Nine months was killing me. I couldn't live a lifetime.

Help, I have done it againI have been here many times beforeHurt myself again todayAnd, the worst part is there's no-one else to blameBe my friendHold me, wrap me upUnfold meI am smalland needyWarm me upAnd breathe meOuch I have lost myself againLost myself and I am nowhere to be found,Yeah I think that I might breakLost myself again and I feel unsafeBe my friendHold me, wrap me upUnfold meI am smalland needyWarm me upAnd breathe meBe my friendHold me, wrap me upUnfold meI am smalland needyWarm me upAnd breathe me

Her heart monitor beeping was flooding my ears, making my head pulsate.

A few nurses walked in, and told me that the doctor was moving Lulu's due date up to today, and that they were going to deliver the baby now.

I kissed her forehead a nd told her I loved her before they wheeled her into the O.R.

THE OPERATING ROOM

LULU POV

All that I was seeing was white. I couldn't feel anything below my breasts. I had the feeling of when you bloat when you menstruate, but ten times worse.

Then, I could feel the worst pain I have ever felt in my life sear through my abdomen. It felt like I was being stabbed over and over in my stomach. Where was I?

I heard what sounded like doctor conversation, but was soon replaced by an ear piercing cry. I sounded like a little baby boy's willowing yelps. I felt like there was a trobbing lump in my throat, blocking me from breathing. The crying continued, and so did the pain in my abdomen. Finally, I put the pieces together.

I coughed, trying to get the lump out of my air way, and to dissolve, when I heard a man's voice. It sounded a mile away.

"Mrs. Zacharra? Can you hear me?"

There was an even more blinding light flashing in my eyes. Then, slowly, I started to see what appeared to me as big blobs. I blinked a few times, and my vision started to clear up.

"Mrs. Zacharra?" I moaned in response, unable to muster enough strength to speak.

"Please, Valerie, get Mr. Zacharra." Johnny.

"J-Johnny." I whispered.

I heard doors pound open, and a loud, sudden gasp.

"Mr. Zacharra, you have a baby boy."

WHAT?!

"What?" He sounded frantic. "W-What about Lulu?"

I tried to speak, but my throat felt drier than ever before, so I gave up trying to speak. So instead, I tried to lift up my arm, but it hurt too much, so I whimpered.

"Well…Mr. Zacharra…It seems that your wife…she's woken up."

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