Silence fills the room for a few seconds. Nick uses his fingers to clear the baby's airway. Finally the tiny baby starts to cry. He cuts the cord and returns his focus to Catherine.
"Are you ok?"
"Uh huh," she nods.
"You don't look good," he tells her.
"I'm fine," she argues. "Is..."
"I think that she's ok," he answers.
Catherine doesn't say anything. Nick runs out of the room and grabs the phone to dial 911. When he gets back Catherine is as white as a ghost.
"Hey stay with me," he tells her.
"I'm fine," she insists.
"Talk to me," he begs.
She just looks at him.
"I can't believe that just happened," he tries to keep her conscious.
She starts to breath heavily.
"I thought that... well, never mind," he stops noticing all the blood she's lost. "You didn't know?" he questions.
"No," she answers very weakly, "I didn't know it was even possible."
"Hey... listen to me. I need you to stay with me. Ok?"
She nods. He holds the baby up where she can see her. "Look at her. Just keep watching her. Keep your eyes open," he tells her.
She fights to stay awake. Nick hears the sirens growing closer. Within thirty seconds the paramedics are coming in the door. Nick hands the little girl to one paramedic who immediately takes her to the ambulance.
"She's lost a lot of blood," Nick tells the other two medics.
"Did she know that she was pregnant?"
"No," he answers.
"Ok."
When Catherine opens her eyes she's in a bed... but not her bed. She looks around and finds herself wearing a hospital gown with an i.v. in her arm. She takes a breath, only to realize that she's wearing oxygen. She tries to figure out why she's there. She looks to her left and sees Nick sitting in a chair next to her.
"Hey how are you doing?" he asks her.
"I don't know," she answers more than a little confused.
"You look so much better now that you're not as pale as a ghost."
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"I remember bits and pieces. I don't..."
"What's the last thing that you remember?"
"I remember asking you if you had your phone."
He doesn't say anything.
"I feel like crap," she admits.
"That's not surprising," he tells her, "You've been out of it for a while."
"How long?"
"Eighteen hours," he answers her.
She starts to think about the day before. The wheels in her head start turning.
"Here drink some of this I'll be right back," he tells her handing her a glass of water with a straw.
A couple of minutes later with something for her.
"I..."
"Shh!" he tells her handing her his camera.
"Is..." she starts.
He cuts her off "Here see for yourself," he turns the camera on.
She studies the first picture. "I don't want to see this," she tells him.
"It's ok," he assures her.
She shakes her head, "No it's not."
"She's ok," he tells her.
"Then what is all the stuff she's hooked up to?" Catherine questions.
"They put her on oxygen for a little while, she had a little trouble breathing. They just ran some tests on her and they said that she's fine. Catherine she's fine."
"I want to see her," Catherine answers as she attempts to peel the medical tape off the back of her hand.
He places his hand over her I.V. "Whoa... not so fast. You're not going anywhere."
"But..."
"Catherine they had to give you five pints of blood. You don't need to go anywhere," he tells her.
"I..."
"Just sit tight," he tells her.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She dozes off for a minute. Nick's footsteps wake her up. She opens here eyes and sees him holding a tiny bundle. He moves toward the bed. He holds the little one securely with one arm as he uses the other to put the rail of the bed down. He very carefully takes a seat next to Catherine.
"See, she's fine," he tells her as the little girl sucks her green pacifier.
Catherine says nothing she just stares at the tiny baby. Nick very carefully maneuvers the newborn into Catherine's arms. She carefully strokes the baby's cheek. He watches her for a moment before continuing.
"They think that she was at about thirty five weeks. She only weighs four pounds, and is eighteen inches long."
Catherine doesn't respond.
"Do you want me to take her?" he asks.
She shakes her head.
"Are you ok?" he questions.
"I don't know," she answers him. "Aren't you... aren't we supposed to be at work?"
"No. I took care of it."
"What did..."
"Don't worry. I just said that it was a medical emergency, and that it was of a personal nature."
"Why do they think that..."
"I told them that I make your medical decisions. So I lied a little."
"So nobody knows that..."
"No," he answers, "So you can..."
She flaps her hand. "Don't."
"Do you want me to leave you two alone?"
"No," she replies.
"Ok," he remains in his seat.
"I didn't know," she tells him.
"I know you didn't," he soothes her.
"I didn't even think that it was possible. I'm old," she tells him.
"Not that old."
"Old enough," she responds.
"That's not important," he reminds her.
"I don't..." she doesn't finish.
Nick smiles, "I want to show you something," he tells her.
Her eyes meet his. He very gently pulls off the little girl's cap revealing a head full of thick dark hair. She smiles briefly and he puts the cap back on.
"She needs a name," he tells her.
"I..."
"It can wait," he reminds her.
She studies the little girl. The newborn spits out her pacifier and opens her eyes. The little girl's eyes lock onto Catherine.
"Hi," Catherine says softly.
"She's perfect," Nick tells her.
"You don't have any names you like?" Catherine questions.
"She's yours to name."
"But I'm asking you for your opinion."
"I like the name Finley."
Catherine's glance returns to the baby, "Finley Nicole," she says.