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A terrified Amy continued to moan with unbelievable pain as the EMTs carried her into the hospital emergency room. She was so scared, and for so many different reasons. She was alone - they hadn't allowed Glen to ride in the ambulance with her because he was a friend and co-worker, but not a relative.
"My baby!" the redhead shrieked. She gazed up with wide, haunted eyes at the new face that suddenly appeared - a doctor. "You'll save my baby, right?"
"We're certainly going to do our best," the man calmly replied.
Adam... Where was Adam? She wanted - *needed* him so badly right now. Damn it, why had she insisted he stay home when he'd been so set on going to Seattle for RAW with her? If she hadn't done that, she would have her husband right here, at her side. Maybe this would not have even happened had he gone with her. Maybe... Her thoughts drifted off along with the pain that caused her to finally black out.
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Adam groaned and all but ignored his pain as he drove. He was now in Seattle, and on his way to the hospital at which Amy had been taken. Immediately after he'd hung up with the airline and had begun throwing clothing into a suitcase, his cell phone had rung. It was Trish, and she had hysterically begun to explain what had happened. He'd cut her off, telling her he knew - he'd seen it all on the TV. The little blonde diva had then told him which hospital Amy had been brought to, and gave him the address. Thank goodness for her resourcefulness.
The plane ride had been most uncomfortable - both physically and emotionally. The blond man had been better able to deal with the physical, however, as his mind had refused to rest. But how *could* it, when he didn't know if his wife and unborn child were going to be all right - and, in the case of the baby, survive. It had taken all of his willpower not to completely go to pieces and lose it on that airplane.
"Hang on, baby..." he murmured, as though the redhead could hear him from here. "... Hang on."
After what seemed like forever, he finally reached the hospital. Not bothering to search for a space in the parking lot, the tall blond man instead parked on the street. It took every bit of strength he had to muster to get out and hobble his way to the building on the crutches. It was excrutiating, but not even half as much so as not knowing exactly how Amy and the baby were doing.
He meandered into the hospital, ignoring the noise and the antiseptic smell as he spotted the reception desk. It seemed so impossibly far away, yet he gritted his teeth and kept silent as he edged up to it.
"My wife," he muttered as he finally made it the entire way to the desk. "She was taken here tonight? She's pregnant, and her name is Amy Copeland."
The woman browsed almost disinterestedly through a log book on the desk in front of her, then looked up to meet his eyes again.
"Yes... They checked her into a room about an hour ago, Mr. Copeland. Room 342."
"Thank you," he said, and he winced as he hobbled away to make the journey to the bank of elevators he spotted nearby. He shook his head as he realized he hadn't even asked how she was. But Adam thought if he actually laid eyes on the redhead, he might be able to gauge that for himself.
Damn it, he was a wreck. He pressed the Up button on the wall and waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive. People were milling around, not one paying him any heed. For that, he was glad. The last thing he needed right now was to have fans recognizing him and mobbing him to ask questions he couldn't answer. Not to mention, that would be incredibly inappropriate, and there was no telling how he would react. Most likely, with the mood he was currently in, he would snap their heads off.
The elevator arrived shortly after, the ride uneventful. Finally at the third floor, the blond man got out and glanced around, noting room numbers, and then he started down one end of the hall.
Just as he was approaching room 342, he felt his heart quickening nervously as a man, obviously a doctor, was exiting the room. He addressed him.
"Excuse me - Doctor!"
"Yes?" The physician stepped nearer to Adam. "May I help you, sir?"
"I was told my wife is in that room," he replied. "Amy Copeland?"
"Yes, she is... I'm Dr. Phillips, and I've been tending to her. Mr. Copeland, I'm terribly sorry." The doctor's face was full of sympathy.
Adam suddenly felt faint as all the blood drained from his face.
"What?"
"I'm afraid Amy has lost the baby," came the softly spoken reply.
The Canadian couldn't speak. He just couldn't. It felt as though he'd just been hit in the stomach with a cannonball. Blinking, he winced and merely gazed down at the floor.
"Again, I'm terribly sorry for your loss," Phillips said. "Go in and see your wife, please. Excuse me."
Adam barely reacted as the man walked away. He stood there, as though transfixed, for another few seconds before he finally made his way into the hospital room.
Amy's head was turned in the direction of the door, so she instantly saw him. Tears had already been on her face, but now she openly, brokenly sobbed.
The blond man hobbled up to the bed, his emotions doing battle inside of him. He wished he weren't injured so he could just gather her in his arms without effort.
"Oh, baby... Baby," he crooned.
The pair of hazel eyes that looked up at him were bloodshot and filled with tragedy.
"He's gone, Adam... The baby... Cody is gone!"
"I know, sweetheart... I know." He leaned over her bed, supported by the crutches, and reached down for his wife's hand.
Amy wept, her sobs shaking her entire body. She couldn't remember when she'd ever felt worse than she did right at that very moment.
The blond man felt his own tears coming. He couldn't stop them and didn't *want* to as he lowered his head and cried
as well. It seemed as though their entire world had collapsed.