Back with a new chapter! This one will give you the info on Haley's condition and also some hints as to whats to come. Hope you enjoy. PLease review! :o) x

Dr Garcia

7 days earlier

"Haley has a very rare condition." I simply stated to the young, tall, handsome man sitting across from me. "One, in fact, I have never came across." Mr Scott's face fell. "But that doesn't mean I don't know how to treat it." My firm tone of voice was probably just what he needed to regain faith in me. After all, I did have his wife's life in my hands. He still hadn't spoke and even though I am experienced in sharing news with the patient's relatives, never once have I ever felt this uncomfortable. The young man's face told me he was hurt but his body language told me he was angry. Something not to rare to see in these kinds of situations. "Mr Scott-"

"Nathan." He surprised me. He didn't look like he would utter a single word and yet he was asking to be informal. But I reminded myself that he is trusting me with two extremely precious lives, he does have faith in me. That's what I learned in the first year of being a doctor; when relatives trusted you they corrected you when you called the Mr whatever, and if they didn't trust you? Well you would never hear them utter such things.

I smiled politely at him. "Nathan then-"

"What's your first name?"

I took a deep breath and glanced at the clock. We had time. I unconsciously straightened myself up slightly. "Eliza."

"Oh." He nodded, still not making eye contact. "That's nice. Eliza Garcia."

"Thank you."

"So you have Spanish ancestors?"

I bit on my tongue slightly, it was nice having a conversation with you're husband but we really did need to talk about you.

"Yes. My father was Spanish."

"I see. And your mother?"

"English."

"Cool." He nodded, although it wasn't really.

"Your wife has a condition called eclampsia." I could see the dread in your husband's eyes. "When you phoned the ambulance, she was having something more or less like a fit?" He nodded. I was night-shift when I got the call that a young women was coming in with suspected eclampsia. At first I was a little shocked, I hadn't seen a case like this ever before, and then, for some reason, I was excited, because I knew that if you lived you would have accomplished something amazing against all odds.

"It was horrible." Nathan sighed. "It was like she couldn't move, but her body was moving by itself, she couldn't speak. We were just watching TV when is started, it was just…"

He was struggling. "Nathan." I said softly, placing my hand on his. "You don't have to tell me."

He took a few deep breaths. "Eclampsia?" He said. "What is that?"

"It's a complication in pregnancy. It usually occurs in young mothers, like Haley, or women who have pre-existing or organic brain disorders."

"But Haley-"

"I know. But it is also related to high blood pressure."

Nathan nodded. "Her dad always had high blood pressure."

"Unfortunately it is genetic." I smiled slightly. "Eclampsia leads to an increased blood flow to the brain therefore causing a seizure."

Nathan looked defeated. "Will Haley be-"

I knew what he was asking. "No. She will not be left brain damaged."

I could feel his relief. "The baby?"

I smiled confidently. "Once Haley is stabilised our aim is to welcome your daughter into this world unharmed."

Nathan became uncomfortably quiet. I felt like I couldn't breathe, I'm pretty sure he did too. For the first time since he entered my office a quarter of an hour ago, I felt him looking at me, burning holes in me more like. He would take in the fact my dark hair was in a bun, my face had very little make up on, just some mascara, he would notice the shiny silver stethoscope hanging around my neck and contrasting with the pink yet professional shirt I wore. He was searching everywhere and anywhere to find something that would keep me whispering those words. But we both know they had to be said.

"Nathan, we're not asking you to make a decision."

And just like that, he stood up. "Good." He stated firmly. "Because I cannot do that." I watched, startled slightly that he had already left my office and was most likely away to sit next to you.

"Okay then." I breathed.

~*~*~

Shortly after Nathan had walked out of my office the alarm was raised. A mid-wife informed me that you daughter's heart rate had dropped lower than expected. We needed to get her out. I ran to find Nathan and give him a pair of scrubs. He was shocked a little that he was about to meet his new baby but he couldn't take the smile of his face all the way down to theatre. He nearly cried when he saw you. He started asking questions about what this would mean for you but we reassured him you would be fine. The bright white room was rather peaceful considering the hectic activity within in. I imagine we all look like angels in the sky about to welcome a baby into the world. She would just have to stop past here first to get a check over.

Nathan sat beside your head. He held your hand and stroked your hair, whispering words to you that I couldn't make out. When your daughter was pulled out of you, I saw Nathan cry and I heard him say "thank you", not to us, but to you. He held her in his arms, protecting her from any harm and he told her just how much she looked like you, that she was his dream come true and that one day soon she would meet her mommy.

It was worrying when the baby didn't cry. But we knew she was fine because she just stared at us endlessly as if she was trying to recognize us. She needed you to bring her to life.

Now

At 2:15pm I decided to check on you. I had expected to see Nathan chatting to you like I saw everyday, but instead he had fell asleep against your stomach. It only took me a second to realise there was a tiny baby sleeping on your chest. I had held your daughter so many times and each time I saw her she looked empty. Like she had not came to life until she met you. It made my heart swell thinking that she was with you now. There was still a risk, however, of her developing infection without receiving any maternal antibodies. Muffled cries snapped me out of my medical trance. I turned to see a young blonde haired woman crying against the wall. How had I not noticed her?

"I'm sorry." She sniffed.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." I smiled at her and she nodded.

"Will she be okay?" The woman asked.

"I'll try my best."

"Thank you Doctor.."

"Garcia. Eliza Garcia."

"Peyton Scott."

"Nathan's sister?"

"Yeah, sister in law." She smiled, slowly drying up her tears. "He's a mess."

"I know." I said gently.

"He loves her more than anything in this world. He would do anything for her."

My heart sank. "You know Peyton I only met Nathan a week ago but I can tell that his love for Haley can fight this."

Peyton sighed. "Is that what true love does?"

"I think so.."

"I hope so." Peyton smiled. "Because I'm in with a shot if it does."

I knew who she was now. "Lucas Scott?"

She nodded. "I'm his wife."

"I'm sorry…"

"Its okay." She tried to wave it off and I admired her bravery. "Lucas isn't Lucas anymore, his life depends on a machine."

"You seem so strong."

She smiled weakly. "Nathan and Haley's love could concur anything. Look at this beautiful person that love has created."

I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Haley once told me that to bring in a new life, an old one had to go."

I was taken aback. Surely this thing called fate didn't exist. Did it?

"I think that makes me feel better you know?" Peyton asked. I did. "To know that if Lucas dies look at what Nathan and Haley will have."

Tears started to fall from her eyes again so I pulled her into a hug. "I wish I had your strength." I told her. "But never stop believing in miracles. They are the only things to defeat fate."

"I believe that." She smiled. "I have one of my own." I watched as Peyton's hand slithered across her flat stomach. "A part of Lucas is right here." She smiled. "And I know it won't be Haley who sacrifices life for him."

"How?" I asked confused and Peyton turned away.

"Because I'll make sure of it."

~*~*~

At 3pm I sat in Lucas' room with Peyton. I had notified some other members of staff before coming in here. Peyton stood over her husband, her tears making small puddles on his hospital gown. Her hand lay flat against his chest as she watched the artificial lungs breathe for him. This wasn't him, this wasn't Lucas, it purely was a shell. Lucas was already gone. "You're coming back here soon" Peyton said. "And I cant wait."

I watched as she leant down and placed a soft kiss onto his lips. I watched as she looked shocked for a moment questioning why he didn't kiss her back and then I saw her look at me and shake her head as if to say "he's not there". She lay down beside him with her head buried in the crook of his neck, one of her hands still placed on his chest whilst the other reached up to find the switch. "I love you." she said as the machines slowed to a halt, her hand stopped rising with his chest, and she was left sobbing for the soul which had cradled her heart for so many years.

And I heard the faint cry of a baby in the distance.

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