Hey guys! I am slightly ill right now, but still writing this. So I don't know when I'm going to finish this anymore. I have an end goal. I know there's no actual plot to this story, but once I get there I'll probably start on a new project. It might be a week or two or a month. Anyway, I might have trouble uploading for the next couple days because of my best friend's birthday and a visit to Dartmouth with is 6 hours from my house,

-Aislin

"This is all my fault," Toby whispered into his hands. Happy had been tapping on her leg for the past half an hour. They had arrived at the hospital three hours ago, and they have been separated from their daughter for one. Toby was starting to worry. A routine appendicitis didn't normally take this long.

He hadn't caught it as soon as he should have. He should have done better. "Did you tell her appendix become inflamed?" Happy asked slowly and quietly. She didn't turn her head to look at him.

"Well, I...No," He stuttered. "But I should-"

"Shush," She quieted him. "You didn't give her appendicitis. You didn't do anything wrong." She grabbed his hand and finally turned to look him in the eye. He loosely squeezed her hand in his and began to shake his head.

"I'm a doctor," He sighed. "I'm among the smartest doctor's out there. I should have caught it. It's my fault." He looked away from her and onto the floor. He was dangerously near tears.

"Hey," She tried to grab his attention. At 8 months pregnant, it was getting awfully hard for her to maneuver herself so that she could demand his attention. If she wasn't so large, she could probably just sit herself in his lap and force him to listen to her.

"Hey," she repeated. He continued to stare at the floor. He was devouring himself in self-pity. The thoughts running through his head were horrible. He knew that appendectomies normally went well, and Nessa was strong because she was a child, but right now his thoughts weren't all that rational.

"Hey, dummy!" She yelled. She got a few annoyed looks from other people at the hospital. Maybe 11 pm wasn't the best time to be shouting in a hospital. He finally looked at her. She squeezed his hand as tight as she could. Maybe it was too hard. He yelped in pain. "Listen to me," She instructed.

"Ok," He answered quietly.

"Look, I know you're blaming yourself right now," She started.

"Wow, you must be a regular genius," He muttered sarcastically. She shot him a look. "Right, right, shutting up and listening."

"You aren't allowed to feel bad about yourself right now," She decided. "I know it's hard, and I know you think it's your fault, it's not," She paused to catch her breath for a minute, "Look, as of right now everything is completely fine. Nessa is going to be just fine. You said it yourself they do this all the time."

"But what if they mess it up, and then it will be my fault, and then you're going to hate me, and everything I need will be gone," He rambled. She pulled him so that he could put his head in the crook of her neck, and she wrapped her arms around him to the best of her ability.

"I'm not going to hate you," She stated. "Even if you think this is your fault, I don't, and I'm always right." He chuckled.

"I guess that's true," He smiled.

The team rushed in shortly after in a giant burst. "We came as soon as we could," Paige announced. "Is she alright?" Paige's due date was about a week after Happy's, but she was having twins so she was much bigger.

"We don't know yet," Happy addressed the group, and Toby sat up again. "I'm sure the doctor will come out soon."

"Well, we will stay here," Walter decided.

"You don't have to, Walt," Toby smiled.

"We're a family," Sylvester jumped in.

"Families stick together," Ralph finished. So they all waited together hopeful and scared, but together nonetheless.

"Family of Nessa Curtis," The doctor announced at around 12:15 am. Sylvester could probably tell the exact time if you asked. They all stood up immediately. Toby had his arm around Happy, and his hand was shaking a little. Happy immediately placed her own hand over his.

"Here," Happy announced. Team Scorpion crowded around the doctor.

"The surgery went well," She smiled reassuringly at them. Toby let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Happy began to smile widely. "It's late at night, so you can all visit for ten minutes, and the parents can stay over night. Does that sound ok to everyone?"

They all nodded and began to follow the doctor back to Nessa's room. She was barely conscious and falling asleep. Happy and Toby rushed to her bedside. Nessa's eyes lit up a little.

"You ok, sweetheart?" Toby asked quietly.

"Good," Nessa answered. The next ten minutes involved the entirety of team scorpion huddled around a one and nine month year old.

Nessa didn't really talk much. The child was clearly exhausted, but she did seem to enjoy having her entire extended family their. Her pops promised to take her to buy her a new toy and ice cream as soon as she was better. Uncle Sylvester had brought her a stuffed unicorn. He had explained how they didn't really exist, her mother had glared at him the entire time, but she hadn't really understood. Ralph told her that as soon as she was back at the garage he would show her his new telescope. She didn't really care for telescopes, but she liked making her cousin happy.

After everyone had left and Nessa had fallen back to sleep, Toby drew Happy in for a long hug. "Thank you," He whispered into her ear.

"I didn't do anything," She dismissed him.

"You kept me from doing anything I might regret," He pointed out. "You kept me from going into a deep dark place. Thank you."

"You would have been ok as soon as you found out she was ok."

"Still."

"I wasn't just going to let you do that to yourself. I love you." When they woke up in the morning, Nessa was nearly completely back to normal and struggling to do everything she wanted to do. She had been promised ice cream after all. Toby was grateful that she was every bit as much of a fighter as her mother.