Megan stood outside the room. She wasn't allowed in the room- only medical staff only. They didn't want to risk infection to the healing incision that was made for the emergency C-section.

She looked into the reinforced window, at her step-mom who had been asleep since the surgery yesterday. The doctors were worried. They had told Megan that she may have slipped into a coma, and if that was the case, and she may be in the coma for a month or more.

Spike sat in a chair across the hallway. He was able to look into the window, but his focus was on Megan.

"Why haven't you changed?" Spike asked, "Have you slept?"

"I can't." Megan muttered, "Not if there's a chance that she's going to wake up."

Greg walked down the hallway and sat beside Spike. He handed Spike a coffee.

"Two cream, no sugar?" Spike asked.

"That's how mom takes her coffee too." Megan stated.

"Megan," Greg said, as he put down his coffee and stood up, "You need to go home, get some rest."

"I can't."

Megan couldn't stand there, at the window, waiting for something to happen anymore.

She went to Pediatrics, and asked to see her sister. Again, they couldn't let her close to her, but she was allowed to see her.

Megan looked through the glass, or what she assumed was glass, incubator. A nurse was going through the room, checking up on each baby. When she got to her sister, Megan asked, "How is she doing?"

"She's responding well to medications. We may not have to do any surgeries. Aunt?"

"Sister." Megan corrected with a smile.

The nurse looked at the file again. "Has your mother woke up yet?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Because Baby Perrasmith is a long name to fit into this line."

Megan laughed, as she looked down to her baby sister.

My sister…my baby sister.

Megan returned to staring through the glass window into her mother's room. Spike had come back, and tried to convince her to at least go to SRU and change and come back. Megan refused.

Then Greg came. He didn't say much. At first, he just sat on the chairs, but then, he stood up with Megan.

"Someone wants to come and see her." Greg said, "But because of the history, you need to authorize it."

"Sam?" Megan guessed.

"Yeah."

Megan thought about it. "Ok- but I want him in cuffs and shackles when he's here. No civilian clothes either. He doesn't get to pretend to be normal."

After Greg left, Ed came. He was with Clark and Sophie.

"How's your mom?" Sophie asked.

"She hasn't woken up yet." Megan admitted, "I hope she's ok."

"She will be." Clark said, "See the monitor- 60 over 120? That's a healthy heartbeat."

Ed came over, "What, you're a doctor know kiddo? Megan, can we talk- privately?"

Megan was reluctant, but she followed him into an empty staircase.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." Ed apologized.

"It wouldn't have helped." Megan replied.

"I could've come sooner." Ed stated, as he took his hands, which were bandaged up with white gauze out of his jacket.

"What happened at the suicide call, Ed?" Megan asked.

"Got in a fight with a wall." Ed brushed it off, not wanting to talk about.

"It looks like the wall won." Megan said, as she left to go back to the window.

Three nurses were in the room, and they were doing something overtop of Jules.

"What's going on?" Megan asked aloud.

"I don't know. I haven't read that far yet." Clark answered.

One nurse nodded in the direction of the window. She must be the commanding nurse Megan figured.

One of the other nurses then came to the window and pulled the blinds shut.

When the nurses came out of the room, Megan was right on them.

"What's going on?"

"Sorry, next of kin only." The nurse said, as she turned her back towards her.

"I am her next of kin." Megan said, as she grabbed the nurses' shoulder, which startled her enough to turn around the look at Megan, "Strategic Response Unit Officer In Training Megan Perrasmith. I suggest you tell me what's going on here, or you'll be having a not-so-nice visit from my lawyer."

"Your mom's liver is starting to fail. We got a sample for a biopsy. The lab is going to tell us at what stage it's at."

"Why would her liver be failing?" Megan asked.

"We don't know."

"I might know!" a grey haired, limping man said out loud, as he walked past them "But I'm not a doctor anymore."

Three days after the surgery, and Jules was still unconscious. When the doctor came by, she confirmed that Jules' was in fact in a coma.

"What do we do?" Megan asked, "Her liver…"

"It isn't as bad as we initially thought. We're delivering IV drugs to help with the liver condition."

"And the coma?" Megan asked.

"Ma'am, you might have to prepare yourself. The longer your mother is in the coma, the less likely she is that she's going to come out of it."

Megan had to take a seat across from the window. She started to cry, as the doctor walked away.

Then she heard the sound of boots on the floor.

She looked up and saw three Correctional Services Officer's surrounding Sam Braddock.

Sam was unshaven, and had a thicker beard going on. His hair seemed to be sticking up in strange places, and he no longer had the high and tight, soldier-like hairstyle anymore.

"Megan…" he started.

"I have to go…" Megan said, as she got up and walked away, keeping her eyes on the man that she no longer trusted, "I have to go see my sister."

On the fourth day, Megan finally agreed to Spike's nagging and went back to SRU to change. After changing, she got into her truck. She had the mind to go right to the hospital, but she had somewhere else she wanted to go first.

I hope that gate is open.

Once she got there, she was relieved to find the gate open, so she wouldn't have to call the groundskeeper to come open it.

She steered the truck down the narrow, one-way lanes and finally found what she was looking for.

Her father's grave.

She got out and stood in front of it. Standing didn't seem right, so she knelt down on her knees, uncaring if her jeans got grass stains on them.

She started to recite the one and only prayer that she knew.

"Our father, who art in heaven- hallowed thee thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day, your holy bread, and pray for us sinners- now and in the hour of our death, Amen."

She might've screwed it up, but she really didn't care. All she hoped is that her point would get across. She wanted to talk to God, or her father actually, and her father taught her that to talk to God, you had to call to him by praying.

"Dad…" Megan started, "I wish you were here. I don't know what to do. The baby is doing good, but mom- I don't know. Where ever you are, I need your help dad."

Upon returning to the hospital, it didn't surprise Megan that Jules wasn't awake yet. A nurse told her that the incision was healing up nicely, and that either tomorrow or the next day, Megan would finally be able to go into the room.

What would I do? She's in a coma. Do I talk to her? Do I do nothing?

With the overwhelming sensations, Megan gave up, and pulled out her sleeping pills from her pocket, as she took one and fell asleep in one of the chairs.

"Megan, wake up!"

Megan opened her eyes to see Spike. She figured that he must've been here for a while, since she was laying down over a series of chairs, and that Spike had placed his warm jacket over her.

"Nice touch." Megan said dryly, as she got up and looked through the window.

Nobody was in the room. Not even the stretcher with Jules on it.

"Where's my mom?"

"She was scheduled for an MRI overnight." Spike explained, "When they came to get her this morning for the MRI, she called out for you."

"Then why didn't anyone…" Megan started,

"You were sleeping." Spike continued, "But she wanted to see you, so they wheeled her out here to see you then they took her down to radiology."

"Is she ok? Were you talking to her?"

"No," Spike answered, "The doctors wanted to see why she slipped into the coma, they figure it was neurological."

"What about the baby?" Megan asked, as she stood up.

"They won't let me in. Family only."

After the MRI, Jules was moved back into a private room, and wasn't subject to the no visitors rule anymore. The entire team was here, Ed, Greg, Spike, even the Commander and Kiera came, but Jules wanted to see Megan first.

"The doctors told me that I was out for four days." Jules said, as she drank some apple juice from a small container, "They won't let me see the baby."

"She's doing good." Megan said, "The medications are really helping, and they figure they won't have to do any surgeries."

"That's good." Jules replied.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Megan asked.

"Kristina." Jules said, with a slight thought, "Kristina Perrasmith."

A/N: The End? PYSCH! I lied. Now that I'm here, I'm taking a well-deserved break from writing this fanfiction. I'm going to come back, I figure in a minimum of two months (give or take) and start writing again. In the meantime though, I'm working on some original stories that I've already written plot plans for. Check out my profile for more information about my future writing projects.