"Is she okay?" Jax exclaimed as Tara came down the hall eternities later.
Tara took a deep breath, "You might want to sit down…" she said solemnly. But Jax remained standing, rooted at the spot.
"Alright…" Tara nodded, "Kylie's alive…but barely…she's out of surgery and she's stable."
"And the baby?"
Tara sighed again, "He was over 10 weeks early. He's got…to put it plainly, a tear in his stomach and a hole in his heart…the doctor will go in to repair the heart…and if he stabilizes then he can head for the stomach…but if not…"
"What are the odds?" Jax wasn't aware the words passed his lips. He wasn't aware of the concerned people around him, the murmurs of "shit" or "oh god"…or the sympathetic look from Tara.
"The doctor said he's got a 20% chance and I'm afraid…that's being optimistic…."
Jax instinctively took a step back. Before he knew it…he was sitting. "Can I see Kylie?"
Tara paused but then nodded, "Sure…c'mon…"
Kylie had to think hard how she got there…why was she in a hospital bed…but then she realized…she wasn't pregnant anymore.
She knew Jax was at her side but her eyes welled with tears before she could conjure her words, "Jax…what happened to the baby?"
"Those pills you took…they caused a premature birth…"
With a sharp intake of breath she continued, unable to keep her tears from falling, "But I'm ten weeks early…did he make it?"
"He's alive…" Jax told her, squeezing her hand. She cried of relief, "Thank-God…"
"But they don't think he's going to make it…"
Kylie broke down into tears, "Jax….what did I do?"
"Don't say that…this had nothing to do with you. We're going to find out what really happened and we're going to punish whoever did this …you did nothing wrong." He said adamantly.
She cried all the same. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, resting his against hers.
"Jax… "she sobbed, leaning over into his shoulder.