It took two hours...

Finally surfacing, the doctor pulled the baby out of Gabriella.

Troy stared into Gabriella's eyes, and he pulled her head to look at him.

"Look at me. Don't look over there."

"My baby- "

"She'll be fine." Troy kissed Gabriella's forehead. "I'm going to go see what's going on, okay?"

As Troy turned, the baby automatically started crying.

Troy glanced over the doctor's head. "How is she?"

"He, and not so well."

"It's a boy?"

"Yeah."

Troy looked back at Gabriella. "Did you hear that?"

She nodded.

"All this time, the midwife told us it was a girl- "

The doctor pulled out a long syringe with a very long needle.

"What the hell is that?"

"This should boost his heart rate so we can determine whether or not his heart is failing and we have to do surgery."

Troy watched as the doctor pushed the long needle into his son's leg, and squeezed every little drop of medicine out of that syringe.

He broke the needle off as he pulled it out, and threw it away.

Troy looked back at Gabriella with a smile on his face. "Zane? Please?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Yeah sure, Zane Troy Bolton."

"Oh god Brie, he's got some long fingers and- "

Troy's worst nightmare came alive.

Zane's face started turning blue.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, the nurses gathered and pushed Troy out of the way.

"We need to clear his passageways!" The doctor said, grabbing the bulb and shoving it down Zane's throat.

Obviously, that didn't work because Zane started gasping for breath.

"DO SOMETHING!" Troy demanded as Zane wiggled back and forth, trying to cry, but couldn't get air.

"I'm starting CPR." The doctor pushed on Zane's chest with his fingers, then listened for his heartbeat. He did it again. And again. And again.

He checked Zane's pulse.

"Zane!" Troy screamed as tears fell down his cheeks. "Fucking do something, you dumbass!"

"I'm sorry- "

"Do CPR again, clear his throat, something!"

"Mr. Bolton, he's gone- "

"HE'S NOT GONE!" Troy struggled to reach Zane, but the doctors pulled him away.

Gabriella was mortified. Her hands flew to her mouth and she began to cry hysterically. "MY BABY!"

"DO SOMETHING!" Troy was pushed and locked out of the room.

Something told Troy that life would soon become harder than it had ever been.

...

Two hours passed.

Troy sat on a chair outside Gabriella's room, fumbling with his fingers as his red eyes tried to focus on something other than watching his son's face turn blue.

But, it was too hard.

The doctor suddenly opened the door and shut it behind him.

"Mr. Bolton, I'm very sorry. His airways closed up and we weren't able to save him. We're going to run some tests on him to see what happened."

Troy didn't respond.

"Do you want to say goodbye to him?"

"I would rather kill myself than say goodbye to my dead son... " Troy sobbed.

"I'm truely sorry... " He sighed and walked down the hallway to his next patient, like Zane never existed.

It was like the entire pregnancy was there for nothing.

It was like god was trying to take another living, breathing soul away from Gabriella just to make her heart break a little more. Her heart was already on edge.

And Zane's death pushed her overboard.