Mary Margaret woke with a start in the middle of the night .There was only a dim light that came from the edges of her door from the light of her hospital room. The only sound in the room was the monitor that softly beeped with each of Mary Margaret's heartbeats. Mary Margaret shivered when her eyes caught sight of the needle sticking in the back of her hand; she looked away before she got sick making her catch sight of the chair beside her bed, with no occupant. Mary Margaret recognized the jacket instantly as Peter's. He must have gone out for coffee or something. She had insisted on him going home and resting dozens of times, but his answer was no every single time. Mary Margaret leaned her head back, she sighed in deeply. Something silver flickered in the corner of her vision making her turn her head. Mary Margaret's breath caught in the throat when she saw all the cards, stuffed animals, balloons, and flowers covering the table next to the window that overlooked the dark woods. She tried to swallow and calm her beating heart but she could not any more than she could look away from the breathtaking sight. She could not believe how much stuff was on that table filled with love and kind words from her friends and students. She had only been awake for less than 24 hours and yet dozens of people managed to sneak in and drop things off while she was asleep from the sedatives. It was unbelievable and unexpected. Almost as unbelievable and unexpected as…. Mary Margaret felt her body tense as her cruel mind forced to remind her of the reason why she was lying on a hospital bed that moment instead of in the comfort of her home... It was almost as unbelievable as losing a baby and the chilling and heartbreaking fact that having a baby would be close to impossible. Mary Margaret's chest tightened, her skin grew cold and she found she could not breathe as her heart filled with sadness. Tears stung her eyes and fell down her pale cheeks.
When Peter told her she didn't cry or display any sadness or shock. All she remembered, before the sedatives knocked her out was wishing for her own death…The news hadn't hit her like it was hitting her right now, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Sadness and anger filled her once joyous heart. How could she live with the fact that she had lost a baby…an innocent life that she did not know about- a life that was not granted the precious gift and opportunity of life. More tears welled up in Mary Margaret's eyes and she felt like dying. Every day she would have to live with the guilt. There was also the news that she would most likely not get to experience the joys and changes of motherhood. She would never experience pregnancy or child birth or see a child with her smile and personality or Peter's eyes. Peter. She was going to have to end things with him. Mary Margaret would never doom Peter to such a fate. He wanted children of his own. He would not have that with her. A hand flew to her mouth to cover the cry that almost escaped from her lips. She tried to hold it in, but she could not any longer and so she sobbed quietly in the darkness. She had never felt so alone in her life. It was as if the only peace and comfort away from this hell would be eternal sleep.