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Cam's POV

I am awoken by the sound of a crying Lexi in the doorway of our room. Groggily, I sit up on the bed, and turn on the lamp on my side table revealing that Lexi is covered in her own vomit.

"I pukeded" she cries sadly, and I get up prepared to clean up a mess. It's not strange for her to puke the week after her chemo, but considering she has been off for two weeks I am a little startled.

"I guide the newly five year old girl to the restroom off of our bedroom and start to clean her up when she looks like she is going to start puking again.

I quickly guide her to the toilet where she loses more of her stomachs contents.

"I don't feel good, daddy." She groans crying again.

"Oh Munchy, you'll feel better soon." I tell her comfortingly as I clean her up and put her into the bath tub.

I give the youngster a quick bath before going into her room and grabbing her clean bed clothes. After getting her dressed I set her down on my side of the bed, and tuck her in knowing it would take me a while to get her bed back in sleeping order.

I walk into her room and realize that the bed is covered with a greenish, clumpy vomit.

"Yuck" I think to myself as I collect the butterfly comforter and sheets off of her twin bed. I carry the puke soaked blankets downstairs and throw them in the washing machine with a load of detergent, anything to hide the putrid smell.

Tiredly I make my way back upstairs to my bedroom where Lexi is laying on the bed next to Maya still awake and still looking sick.

"Daddy, I feel sick." She says looking like she is in pain. I decide better safe than sorry and feel her head with my hand to check if she has a fever.

Surprisingly her head is very hot to the touch, and I know that this is cause for waking Maya.

"M, I think Lexi has a fever." I shake her shoulder gently with a nervous expression.

"What?" she asks groggily having not heard me the first time.

"I think Lexi has a fever, and she's been puking." I tell her anxiously, and she shoots out of bed worriedly.

"Did you check with a thermometer?" she asks me concerned and I say "Not yet" before running down the hall to get the thermometer. When I get back into the room we check her temperature and realize that Lexi indeed does have a fever.

It's 39 Degrees (102.2 Degrees F), and although not nearly as high as fever's she has had in the past it is dangerous.

With a weakened immune system her body doesn't fight infection like it should, and getting sick even with a cold could be deadly.

We rush the small girl to the hospital, and they admit her immediately, understanding the risks of waiting.

They fill the little girl with antibiotics hoping that whatever she has will be killed by them, and Maya and I wait nervously wondering how she had managed to get sick.

We have been so careful, and she's been off of treatment for 3 weeks. It's crazy to us that she even got sick.

At this point in the pregnancy, Maya can't exactly sleep on a hospital chair so she drives home tiredly at around 8 a.m. We arrived at the hospital at 2:30 in the morning and we have been waiting here hoping for her fever to break since then.

Since they finally got her fever to go down and she is finally sleeping I take a nap on the chair still worrying about my little Munchkin.

What a crazy night we have had…

I am awoken from my uncomfortable slumber by a call from a number that I don't recognize.

"Hello" I say sleepily wiping the drool from my mouth.

"Hello… Is this Campbell Saunders?" a woman asks curiously.

"Yes… Why?" I ask confused at the reason for the call.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this Mr. Saunders, but your wife has been in a car accident. She is now in emergency surgery at St. Joseph's hospital. You should probably get down here as soon as possible." She says sadly.

"What?" I ask not being able to comprehend what she had said. "Please come to St. Josephs hospital as soon as possible for more information." She continues.

"I'm already here. I'm upstairs with my daughter. I can't really leave her alone. Please just tell me what's going on." I beg over the phone frightfully.

"I'm sorry Mr. Saunders. I'm not permitted to give you any more information over the phone. When you are able to get here she is in the OR on the 2nd floor." she replies.

"I'll be down as soon as I can." I say before hanging up, and anxiously dialing Maya's sister's number.

"Hello?" she greets sounding confused at why I am calling her in the middle of a week day.

"Katie, I need you to come to St. Josephs, and stay with Lexi for a while." I tell her quickly with trembling hands.

"Cam, I'm at work. What's going on?" she asks concerned.

"Maya got into a car accident and I need to get to her. I didn't know who else to call. Please Katie. I know I'm not your favorite person, but this is an emergency." I tell her frantically sniffing in my tears.

"Oh my god, I'll be there as soon as I can." She says before hanging up. It takes Katie about 30 minutes for Katie to show up in Lexi's room and I pace back and forth the entire time worrying about what is going on with Maya.

The moment Katie walks into the room I sprint down to the 2nd floor only stopping at the desk to ask about Maya's condition.

"She is still in surgery. Her doctors should be out soon to tell you what is going on. I'll page someone, and tell them you are here." She smiles sympathetically gesturing me to wait in one of the chairs.

I sit there going back and forth in my mind thinking of the worst possible outcomes, and scaring myself to death waiting. Never in my life have I been more frightened.

Not only am I worried about Maya's safety, but also the safety of my unborn baby boy. Everyone I care about most in the world is in danger and I feel completely helpless.

Eventually an Asian woman comes out in scrubs, and calls me over to talk to her.

"Hello, I am Doctor Lee, and I am an attending helping with your wife and son. The force of the airbag as well as the impact from the crash sent your wife into preterm labor. When she arrived at the hospital the baby was in fetal distress, and we had to perform an emergency c-section, and at this point she getting stitched up, and your son is being moved to the NICU. We are doing everything we can to help both of them. Your wife will probably be awake within the next 2 hours, and you will be able to see her." The woman tells me with a sad frown.

"Are they going to be okay?" I ask her concerned.

"Your wife has a few broken bones, and lost a lot of blood during surgery, but she should be alright. Your son on the other hand… Let's just say the next 48 hours are crucial to knowing what is going to happen. If he does make it the chances of him having serious mental disabilities is very high." She tells me sadly before turning back through the doors.

I have a track record for breaking down when things go awry and this is no exception. Everything is going wrong… My face contorts, and I cry harder than I have ever cried in my life. The last 12 hours of my life have turned everything upside down, and I can't get through this… especially alone.

Don't hate me! Super drama I know. I gotta balance out the cute with crazy. I know that you probably hate me for not letting you know what happens in this chapter, but I decided to wait. Tell me what you think and give me suggestions. To the person who asked if I would let the audience decide on the name... I guess you can give me suggestions. On this chapter. I may or may not use it. Love you all!