Disclaimer: I don't own anything here (except for Al) and am just doing this for fun and to pass the long months until Season 4.
Tim didn't know how long he stood there, dazed and scared. He felt like all that was anchoring him to reality was the weight and warmth of his son on his chest. It probably wasn't more than five or ten minutes, but it felt like days, months.
A doctor came in and asked him to sit down at the table in the corner of the room. He wanted to demand answers, to find out what was going on immediately, but found his voice wasn't quite working. So he just focused on putting one foot in front of the other, crossing the room and sitting down as quickly as possible.
The doctor settled into the chair next to Tim and started talking, but it might as well have been a foreign language. Tim caught only about 25% of what the doctor was saying....hemorrhage, blood transfusion, clotting factor, radiologist. That one snapped Tim out of his stupor.
"Wait a minute. My wife is bleeding to death and you're taking x-rays?"
"No, Mr. Riggins, I know this is a difficult time and I'm trying to explain this to you. We have a special procedure where we can insert a small, thin tube into the femoral artery, wind it through the arterial system to where your wife is bleeding and then inject clotting agents to stop the bleeding. The x-rays and the radiologist help us see what we're doing."
Tim leaned back in the chair and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. He focused on his son, hoping that would calm him down and keep him from asking any more stupid questions. He slipped his finger under Nicky's tiny fist and felt a strong, reassuring squeeze.
"We're hopeful that will work, but if it doesn't, then we may, as a last resort, have to perform a hysterectomy. We're stabilizing your wife now and then we'll move ahead with the embolization procedure."
The doctor slid a piece of paper over to Tim, asking him to read and sign it if he consented to the surgery. Tim pretended to read it, but honestly, he would have signed a contract with the devil if it meant he'd get his wife back.
The doctor left and a nurse came into the room to ask if he needed anything and tell him that he could wait in there or go down to the surgical floor's waiting room. But he couldn't leave the birth center with the baby. That made it an easy decision – Tim wasn't going anywhere without his son.
After the nurse left, Tim felt more alone than he ever had in his life. He took out his phone and called Billy. It rang about five times before Billy picked up, crowd noises in the background.
"Timmy? Are you a daddy now?"
"Yeah, Billy, I am but," began Tim.
"Hang on, I can't hear you. We just left the Monster Truck thing and are walking back to the hotel. Give me a minute." Billy was practically shouting to be heard and Tim tried to imagine what it would be like to be surrounded by hundreds of people. He suspected he'd still feel alone.
"OK, that's better. We just ducked into a drug store. So, you're a father now?"
"Yeah, Billy, we have a boy," said Tim.
Billy interrupted him again, this time with happy words and to repeat the news to Mindy.
"Amber's going to be disappointed. How's Al?" Billy asked.
Tim sighed. "That's the thing, Billy. She's not good....she's in surgery now. She lost a lot of blood and they're trying to stop it."
"Shit, Timmy, I am so sorry. Give us an hour, we'll be there," said Billy, all of the euphoria gone from his voice.
"Seriously? I don't want to-"
"Yes seriously," Billy interrupted. "No arguments. See you in an hour."
Billy disconnected the call and Tim was alone again, but at least help was on the way.