Brian stood there with his back against the cold wall, stunned as he tried to process the words that had just floated out of his mouth. He had just told the doctor to let his baby die. Olivia was never going to forgive him. He wouldn't blame her.

"Brian!" It was Fin. He rushed over to Brian's pale form and snapped at him when he didn't receive a response. "What happened with Liv? I heard the call on the portable."

Brian looked up at Fin with his tear filled eyes. "Uh... she was bleeding a-and I don't know. I don't know. The doctor... she s-said that she couldn't save both of them." He took a deep breath for continuing, "I told her to save Liv."

Fin sighed as he realized how dreary the situation was. He couldn't imagine having to choose something like that. Now he knew why Brian was crying. It was the first time he had ever seen it happen. "Come on," Fin said, "let's sit down." The two of them walked around the corner where there was a waiting room for emergent patients. Brian was silent except for his tears and Fin wondered if Brian was going to be alright.

"You did what you had to do," Fin offered quietly, "you saved Olivia. You can make another baby but you can't make another Liv."

Brian sniffed and buried his head in his hands. "I know... the baby didn't even have a chance. Liv's gonna hate me. If it were up to her..."

"If the role was reversed Olivia would chose the same thing," Fin assured him, "you know that. It may take her awhile to process the situation but she will understand."

Brian shook his head as he sat up straight and let out a sigh. "She wanted this baby more than anything," he said angrily, "only to have it be taken away from her." Brian stood up and started pacing. "I can't," he seethed, "I can' be here when she gets the news." With that said he stormed off and before Fin could stop him he had gone.

It wasn't long after that that a doctor wearing dark blue scrubs came out of the double doors. She came into the waiting room and called for Brian's name, looking around and noticing he wasn't there. Fin stood up and introduced himself and explain to the surgeon what had happened. "So, how is she?"

"She's just come out of surgery," the lady began explaining, "she's still a bit out of it. She lost quite a lot of blood before getting here so we gave her a blood transfusion during the surgery. She'll be sore for a few days but she's expected to make a full recovery."

Fin nodded; that was at least some good news. "And the baby?"

The look on Dr. Kinley's face said it all. "I'm very sorry," she whispered, "but we couldn't save them both. Mrs. Cassidy is in room 203 if you'd like to see her. She hasn't been told the news yet." Without saying anything else Dr. Kinley returned back through the big doors that said emergency on them.

Fin was left standing in the middle of the waiting room feeling the walls close in. Brian should be the one Olivia sees when she first comes out of surgery. He should be the one holding her while she cries for the loss of the baby. Fin knew that Brian would soon come to his senses but until then he was going to have to be the one comforting Olivia. He made his way to the elevator and punched the button to the second floor. The ride seemed to take an eternity but it gave him time to think about what he was going to say if Olivia asked.

"Bri?" Olivia had heard the door squeak open and she was a bit scared. She knew she was in the hospital but she didn't remember why. Her memory was all fuzzy.

"It's Fin."

"Was I shot?"

Fin felt his heart literally cracking as he listened to the emotion behind Olivia's question. He could hear the raw tears coating her throat and he knew that she was worried about her baby. "No," he said quietly as he approached her bedside, "no, you weren't shot."

"Then what happened?" She looked up at him with her big brown eyes beginning to water.

Fin scratched the back of his head before responding, "Brian told me that he woke up and you were bleeding. He called an ambulance and they rushed you into surgery. Something about your placenta being on the wrong end. I don't know much..."

Olivia nodded and tried to lift herself into a sitting position, regretting it immediately as a sharp pain exploded in her abdomen.

"Easy!" Fin warned as he helped her to lay back down, "you just had surgery."

"Is Brian with the baby? Can you get him? I want to see them. We haven't even picked out a name yet. I thought I still had time... Have you seen him? Does he look like me?" The smile on Olivia's face when she talked about the baby made Fin's heart crack even more. There was no way he could break the news to her.

Fin reached over the railing of the bed and grabbed Olivia's hand. He was just about to open his mouth and explain what had happened when Brian entered the room.

"Hey," Olivia said with a smile, "where's the baby? I want to see him."

Fin shot an apologizing glance toward Brian before letting go of Olivia's hand and excusing himself from the room. He knew they needed time.

"Liv..." Brian walked closer to her bedside and kissed her gently on her temple before reaching for her hand and grasping it firmly. "I don't know how to tell you this..." His eyes began watering as her mouth turned to cotton. He watched as Olivia's face went from excited to worried. He squeezed her hand harder before shaking his head.

"Bri..."

"He didn't make it," Brian whispered as the tears cascaded down his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."

Olivia was dumbstruck. She didn't believe the words coming out of Brian's mouth. The baby was fine. Healthy. Perfect. She didn't understand. Her mouth was slightly ajar as she processed the information.

"I... why?" Olivia looked at Brian through her own tear filled eyes as she tried to wrap her head around everything that was happening. "Why?" she asked again when he didn't answer. "Why was he taken from us? What did I do wrong? I never got to see him. I-I..."

Brian couldn't take it any longer and he climbed onto the hospital bed, careful of Olivia's surgery site, and wrapped his arms around her shaking form. "Let it out," he whispered as he squeezed her as hard as he could without hurting her. He wasn't ready yet to tell her that it was all his fault. She would find out soon enough and she would hate him. Right now though, he just needed to make sure that she was okay.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry..."