Curtains Close; Take a bow. I think we fooled all of them now.

Oli's POV

"Hold my hand." She whispered under her teary breath.

I squeezed it tightly, and she closed her eyes and laid back. Something was wrong. She seemed to be so weak and lethargic now, it was like the pain had overcome her completely. SJ didn't scream or flinch. She simply laid there with her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"SJ?" I asked, looking straight into the whites of her rolling eyes. There was no reply. Her breathing had slowed down rapidly, and now my heart sank with uncertainty. I repeated her name, getting louder each time. Still she did not reply.

The ambulance pulled into my drive, I could hear the sirens approaching. I heaped her up into my arms, and rapidly ran down the stairs, careless of her comfort. I was so afraid, I knew something was seriously wrong. I kicked open the door and was greeted by some paramedics who lifted her from my arms and laid her down inside the ambulance.

"Can I come with her?" I asked the paramedic in a hurry.

"No. Follow behind us in your car. That way there's enough room for the rest of my team." She said, slamming the doors of the vehicle. The world dropped to silence. Then the ambulance switched it's sirens on and drove in a hurry away from my house.

The rain hammered down on my windscreen as I drove hazardously to the hospital. I skipped most of the lights and tore up the road. Pulling into the hospital car park and slamming my car wonky into a slot, I could see SJ being lifted out of the ambulance and rushed into the hospital.

I started to nervously jog up to the hospital entrance. A nurse approached me and gently walked me to the waiting room, conversing with me to veil me from the shock.

"You were in here not so long ago?" She asked, sitting me down beside her. She had an accent and her English wasn't too great.

"Yeah." I replied, dipping my head down sadly. "She had a miscarriage with one of the twins."

The nursed sighed. "She is not strong. She weak. Poor girl. I'm sorry to both of you." She consoled to me.

Two hours of pacing and checking the clock. The doctors had rushed SJ into an emergency C section, and they said there was no time for me to be inside with her as they had already started. The staff who spun past me now and then offered me coffee and food with them, but I denied it as all I wanted was to be with SJ.

A doctor in a blue gown raced down the corridor to fetch me. He called my name and told me that everything was going to be okay. He said that SJ was in a bad condition, but our baby was healthy. I smiled and followed him into the surgery room. All of the anticipation had built inside me, and relief ran through me when I knew everything was okay.

When I walked inside the sanitary room, our baby was laid on a trolley, crying peacefully. SJ barely had her eyes open, and she weakly called my name. I walked up to her side and held her hand. "Well done SJ." I whispered. She smiled. "Do you have a name for him?" I asked her sweetly.

She smiled. "Hanley."

"That's perfect." I praised her excitedly. A doctor shoved me aside and asked me to stand away for a moment while they pack away their equipment. I walked straight over to my new born son. His beautiful dark brown eyes looked up to me and I finally felt like a father. He had such a calm expression and I felt a connection with him straight away.

Then there was a terrible, flat toned noise. I turned and saw doctors darting back to SJ and giving each other weary looks. A nurse pushed Hanley out of the room and beckoned me quickly to follow her out. But I couldn't. That noise was the sound of a heart stopping.

"What's going on!?" I cried, running over to the surgical table SJ was on and touching her cold, pale skin. There was no reply, but now the doctors were pulling out a defibrillator and slashing a way to her chest through her surgical gown.

"Clear!" The doctor shouted, slamming it down on her chest. "One. Two. Three. Clear!" He shouted again, zapping her until her hands twitched. He repeated this process three or four times before stopping and looking up at me. "I'm so sorry." He cried to me, over and over.

Before I knew it, I was being sternly held by two of the surgeons and carried outside. They said nothing, but their grip was tight on me. I was in so much shock, I had no clue what to do. They bought me to the front desk and told me I had paperwork to sign when I was ready.

I collapsed on the waiting room floor. I felt loveless, and completely sorrowful. What was I going to do with the baby? And how would I take care of it properly? I had no idea what to do now. SJ said she would teach me how to take care of him, but now I was stranded without a paddle.

Notes

SORRY GUYS I KNOW THAT WAS LONG it was to make up for not writing in ages :D So Hanley has arrived, BUT SJ IS DEAD! :O