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OOC: This is a very emotional scene we've written. It has to deal with a medical emergency. Remember that this is AU, so anything goes. We've tried to be a bit accurate with our medical stuff, but you know how that goes. Real life getting in the way of RP. Also, yes one of our pups will be posting something IC tomorrow so your pups will know what happened in a nutshell.
Be warned that this is angsty and probably High PG, low R. It is also very long.
Liv: *I am sitting down on the couch with the laptop in my lap, waiting for Orlando to call like he said he would.*
Orlando: *I finally get a break from filming, and I grab my phone, intent on calling my wife. I'm in LA now.*
Liv: *The phone rings beside me and I pick it up before the first ring ends.* Hi sweetheart.
Orlando: Hullo, love. *I smile at the sound of your voice.*
Liv: *I grin instantly upon hearing your beautiful voice.* I miss you. So does the baby.
Orlando: Aw, I'm so sorry love, but... I'm in Cali now, production's moved out here... how are you?
Liv: California? *I sigh silently.* I'm alright. Just a little worried, as usual.
Orlando: Worried about what? How's baby?
Liv: Tyler hasn't moved all day.
Orlando: ....He hasn't? Have you been to a doctor?
Liv: I called them earlier and he said not to worry, but I can't. He hasn't moved much since... *I trail off, not completing my sentence.*
Orlando: *A cold feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.* Since when, love?
Liv: *I sigh again* Since I fainted earlier this week. *I whisper quietly into the phone.*
Orlando: Liv, please, take yourself to the emergency room...
Liv: I'm afraid to, Orli.
Orlando: Darling, look, everything's going to be okay, but we won't know until you go. Fuck... *I run my hand through my hair, frustrated.*
Liv: I... I'll go, but I don't want to go alone. *I move the laptop aside and place my hand on the edge of the couch to hoist myself up.* Please come home soon. I need you here.
Orlando: Darling, I'll be home as soon as I can, okay? I'll talk to Cameron, see if we can speed things up.
Liv: *I slowly start to make my way towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.* Alright. I'm sure he'll be nice and help speed filming along. Tell him you'll sic your very pregnant wife on him.
Orlando: *I laugh.* Yeah, I'm sure that'll work reeeeally well.
Liv: Of course it will. Pregnant women will get anything they want. *I laugh, reaching up and pulling a glass out of the cabinet.*
Orlando: Yeah, I think we'd get world peace if the army consisted of nothing but pregnant women.
Liv: *I laugh again, turning on the faucet to release the cold water.* That, love, is a scary thought.
Orlando: Would you be among them? Sexy AND pregnant, you'd be a double threat! *I laugh.*
Liv: Sexy? Me? Have you seen me lately? I'm a bloody beach ball! *I fill up the glass and turn off the faucet.*
Orlando: You're sexy to me, darling... *My voice turns into a low purr.*
Liv: I'm glad you find me attractive. *I smile, waddling slowly back to the couch. I pause at the end of the island in the kitchen and I start to sway.* No, not now... *I mutter as I feel myself starting to black out.*
Orlando: Liv? *I stop in mid-laugh.* Liv? Are you there, darling?
Liv: I'm... *The glass in my hand shatters as it falls to the floor. The phone slips from my grasp as well... The world turns black for me, and I fall down to the floor with a thump.*
Orlando: *I barely hear anything, only a thump, and at that moment, I end the connection. It takes me only a second to call Mia, I know she's in the city, and have her check on Liv for me. Then, I face Cameron, giving him the Reader's Digest version, and then book a flight as fast as I can.*
*Mia heads right over to Liv's immediately, finding her out cold on the floor. She calls for an ambulance, then calls Orlando to let him know what hospital they're taking Liv to. He gets Mia's call just as he's about to board the plane, and he takes it right on with him. He freaks out, wishing the plane would take off already. Mia manages to get Orli's flight information from him before he's forced to hang up. She drives over to the hospital and stays with Liv until it's time to get Orlando from the airport. Liv regains consciousness while Mia is bringing back Orlando from the airport.*
Orlando: *I tear through the hospital, having gotten information from Mia about it.*
Liv: *They've moved me into a private room, finally. The doctor was just in here trying to explain everything to me but I didn't understand what he was saying. I just know that something horrible is wrong. I can feel it. I'm lying in the bed, crying and sobbing horribly.*
Orlando: *I practically fly into the room, taking you in my arms as soon as I can.* Darling, darling, what's wrong?
Liv: *You fly into the room suddenly, taking me by surprise. I cling tightly to you as you wrap your arms around me, and I cry into you. I manage to sob one word, and one word only.* Tyler...
Orlando: What is it, what about Tyler? *I'm scared to death, but I manage to keep it inside.*
Liv: Something about tests... I don't know. *I shake as I cry.* Didn't understand what they said.
Orlando: Shh, darling, it's going to be okay... *I can't cry, not now, I have to be strong for you.* What happened, darling?
Liv: I...I don't know. I was talking to you, and... *I remember suddenly, and the crying slows down considerably* I got that feeling that I was going to faint. It's always the same dizzy feeling before I faint. I remember waking up here in this room.
Orlando: I should have been there... *I grit my teeth together, holding you.* I should have been there.
Liv: *I can feel your arms tighten around me as your anger rises.* You had to work, Orli. *I want to say something to make you feel better but I feel horrible myself. I let out a small quiet, pained groan.*
Orlando: Love? *I place my hand over your stomach, trying to see if I can get Tyler to move.*
Liv: *I shake my head and place my hand on top of yours.* Nothing. *A fresh spring of tears fall from my eyes.*
Orlando: It's... they're going to let us know.... *My chin starts to quiver, as I try desperately not to cry. I lean over, pressing my lips against your tummy.* Ty, it's Daddy, please, move for Daddy, kick me in the mouth, I won't be mad, I promise...
Liv: *I rest a hand in your hair, praying that Tyler responds to you.* Please, Tyler... God please... *I look down at you, hoping maybe you felt something I didn't.*
Orlando: *I press a kiss against your tummy, a single tear leaking out. I look up at you, shaking my head.*
Liv: *A long, painful sob is wretched from my throat and I curl up into myself. I don't notice the soft knock on the door.*
Orlando: *I do, though, and turn my head, looking up at the doctor.* Yes?
Liv: "Mr. Bloom, Ms. Tyler, my name is Dr. Smith. I'm afraid we have some bad news." *He goes on to explain that something is wrong with Tyler, and that they need to induce labor for both my health and the health of the baby. I close my eyes and sob.*
Orlando: *I shake my head, unable to believe what he's saying, but then I nod.* All right.
Liv: *I shake my head, begging and pleading with the doctor* No, no please... Tyler's alright, aren't you baby. Please don't do this...
Orlando: Darling, you heard what he said, it's for both of you, Tyler's going to be fine... *My heart is breaking.*
Liv: *The doctor steps in and tries to calm me down. With you by my side and the doctor talking to me I'm able to physically calm down a bit, though I'm still pleading with Tyler to move or something. The doctor looks to you and asks your permission to go ahead with the delivery.*
Orlando: *I know both of your lives are at stake, although I'm already thinking of the worst, and I nod quickly, not trusting my voice enough to actually say anything.*
Liv: *The doctor looks to me and explains the drugs they are going to give me to induce the labor. I nod, not understanding fully what's going to happen. A nurse comes in and brings the medication and the doctor injects me with it, along with a painful shot in my lower back to numb the pain. I look at you, hands clenched tightly in yours. You're a bit blurry to me, and I make note of that out loud.*
Orlando: *I look to the doctor, worry creasing my brow, and then I lean over, kissing your forehead.* I'm right here, darling, I'm not going to leave your side, I promise.
Liv: *The doctor explains that the medicine will take a little while to take affect, and asks if we would like some privacy. I nod and close my eyes as he walks out the door.* Tell me this is a bad dream, please. God, please don't do this. *I cry.*
Orlando: We have to trust him, love, he knows what he's doing. Tyler's going to be okay, he's going to get better, and we're going to take him home, okay? *I try to smile, but it doesn't quite get to my eyes.*
Liv: *I want so desperately to believe you. I lay my hands on my stomach and rub circles over my belly, whispering in low tones between tears to the baby inside me.* We love you, Tyler, my beautiful baby. *I mutter nonsense to my stomach for a while, when I'm not holding on to you for dear life. Things are starting to get fuzzier in my vision, and after a little while the doctor comes back in.*
Orlando: *My free hand is rubbing slowly over yours, whispering "I love you" in your ear, over and over. I barely notice the doctor walking back in, I'm so intent on you.*
Liv: *The doctor clears his throat to get our attention. Once we're looking at him, he explains the way things are going to go. He's going to break my water and we're going to push the baby out. He asks us again if this is alright, and when we agree he goes out to the hallway and brings back with him a team of health care professionals. All these people worry me and you can tell how scared I am.*
Orlando: *I don't know what to say, or what to do... I do know that I want to take you home, but I can't, and we have to do as the doctors say. I help you sit up a little bit.*
Liv: *The staff help me move into position, and all these changes are making me dizzy. I grab onto one of your arms to keep me steady as the doctor begins. I whimper in pain as my water is forcefully broken, disgusting liquid spilling out of me.*
Orlando: *I try not to look, burying my face in your neck, and talking to you, about anything and everything, mostly about my sister and mother. I hold your hand tighter, brushing your hair back repeatedly.*
Liv: *I lean my head against yours, trying to ignore the pain in my abdomen. The doctor starts throwing about orders, and the staff starts getting all kinds of various equipment ready. I cry out in pain suddenly, and the doctor gently tells me to start pushing when I feel the need, which I do.*
Orlando: I love you, darling... no matter what happens, we're going to be okay. All three of us, all right? Tyler's going to grow up and be a strong little boy, and he's going to play sports and kiss girls, but that won't come till later.* I chuckle weakly, kissing your forehead again, letting you crush my hand.*
Liv: *The labor seems to take forever, but is over with relatively quickly. The doctor verbally guides me through the last of the pushing, and physically guiding little Tyler out of my body. He makes no sound but flails about slightly, and one of the nurses is guiding you down quickly to cut the cord so they can take him away to neo-natal ICU.*
Orlando: *I cut the cord where they tell me to, but I barely get to see him. His little body is light blue, and it scares the hell out of me. He's gone, though, before we can get a proper look at him.*
Liv: *The doctor makes me push out the rest of the gunk as they take my baby away. I look up at Orli, or where I think he is, and I begin to cry.* Where is he? Orli? Where's Tyler? *The doctor and the rest of the staff back away from the table and the two of us to clean up and give us some time.* Where is my baby? *I cry.*
Orlando: They're looking him over, love, they're making sure he's okay, I'm sure they'll let us see him soon... *I make an attempt to wipe my tears with the back of my hand.* He's so small, love...
Liv: Did you get to see him? *I ask.*
Orlando: *I nod.* Just for a bit... he's blue, love...
Liv: *I gasp.* Blue? Babies aren't supposed to be blue. What is going o- *I sit up too quickly and get extremely dizzy. I reach out blindly and grab your shirt as I flop back down onto the table.*
Orlando: *I latch onto you, catching you before you have a chance to slip any further.* They're going to tell us, they will, we just have to wait, maybe he needed some oxygen, they'll give it to him....
Liv: *The doctor notices my dizzy spell and comes back over immediately. I whine to him that I don't feel well, and he immediately starts checking me over. He signals one of the nurses to place an oxygen mask over my face for a few minutes until he thinks I'm calm enough. The whole time I'm staring at you and silently praying to whatever gods exist that my baby will be alright.*
Orlando: *I just stare back at you, willing everything to be all right, and hoping that we can see him soon.*
Liv: *The doctor comes back over and tries to explain to us Tyler's condition. Tyler's health is serious and that there are specialists looking him over trying to do everything they can for him. He then says they're going to move me into a more private room and he will be in when he has more news. I silently cry, tears running down my face. I ask when we can see him, and the doctor says he'll show us to the ICU as soon as Tyler is stable.*
Orlando: *I hold onto you tightly, petting your hair... it's more out of habit than anything else, and it's keeping me busy.*
Liv: *They have me lay down and they wheel my bed to a new room, one that is quieter and closer to the neonatal ICU. Once the attendants leave, I grasp your hands tightly.* Orli...
Orlando: What, love? *I kiss you lightly.*
Liv: I'm scared.
Orlando: I am, too....
Liv: *I let go of your hands, only to pat the spot of the bed next to me. I move over on the bed to make room for you, groaning with the movement.* Please, come sit down with me. *I sniffle*
Orlando: *I lie on the bed next to you, curling up to you, wrapping one arm around you.*
Liv: *I seemingly crawl inside you, needing your comforting arms around me. Tears fall from my eyes as we lay here in silence.*
Orlando: *I'm trying to think of the most positive things I can think of, good thoughts.*
Liv: *I try not to think the worst about my baby, but more of those horrible thoughts creep into my head the longer we lay here. After a good long while, I've finally had enough.* Damn it, I want to see our baby, and I want him now. *I press the "call nurse" button near the bed.*
Orlando: *I nod, agreeing with you, and the nurse walks in. I tell her we want to see our son, but she says that's not possible right now. I shake my head.* No, we want to see our son!
Liv: I will see my son. *I bark at the nurse, swinging my feet over the side of the bed and sitting up. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but health be damned, I will see Tyler.*
Orlando: *I catch you in my arms, balancing you, helping you stay upright. The nurse nods, getting a wheelchair for you.*
Liv: I want to see him, sweetheart. I need my child. *I pull out the IV and, with your help, start to walk slowly towards the door, groans of pain with each step. The nurse gets back with the wheelchair just in time, and I flop down into it.*
Orlando: *I push the nurse away from the wheelchair, but I get her to lead us to NICU. The hallway is silent as I push you in the chair.*
Liv: *The quietness is eerie and just adds to my fear. The nurse goes ahead of us and informs the staff inside that we're demanding to see our child, so the doctor that had seen me previously comes out to speak with us.*
Orlando: *I shake him off.* No. I don't want to hear anything right now, we want to see him.
Liv: *The doctor, despite his concerns, allows us to enter. But first he informs us that Orli will have to get into scrubs to be allowed in. Someone brings you the required articles and you put them on. They give us both masks to cover our mouth and nose, then allow us in, showing you to wheel me to this one incubator.*
Orlando: *I wheel you over, and there's a small sign that says the name "Bloom" on it. I inhale sharply, actually seeing our son for the first time, and I'm struck by how small he actually is.*
Liv: *I have to sit completely up to see inside the clear box, and I gasp once little Tyler comes into view.* He's so tiny. *I reach back and grasp Orlando's hand tightly. There are dozens of tubes and wires surrounding the little guy, and I look up at one of the staff to ask a question* Why is there all that...stuff around him?
Orlando: *I look up as well, nodding, wanting to know what was going on with him, as I hold your hand tightly.*
Liv: *The staff member explains that the tubes and such are basically supporting the little human inside there. I look up at you with tears in my eyes, then back at the staff.* You mean...?
Orlando: *I shake my head fiercely, not wanting to believe them.* Medicine's supposed to be so advanced, can't you help him?
Liv: "We are trying, Mr. Bloom. There's only so much we can do." *The doctor says from behind us. He places a hand on each of our shoulders.* "I need to speak to you, Mr. and Mrs. Bloom. Would you like to speak in private?"
Orlando: You tell us, here, now.
Liv: *The doctor nods, then quietly and calmly explains to us in simple terms that Tyler is in very poor health, and that he isn't expected to last the night. I look at the man in shock*
Orlando: *I keep shaking my head.* No. No. That's not true.
Liv: "Mr. Bloom" *the doctor starts trying to explain further that it's not a lie. He tries to give us a glimmer of hope, saying that babies have been known to survive this early birth. I just continue to stare at him, completely dumbfounded. It's like the world has closed in around me, and all I see are his lips moving, but not his words.*
Orlando: *I sink to my knees, still in denial.* I want to hold him.
Liv: *The doctor holds back a sigh of sadness. He tries to explain that removing him from the tubes right now would almost certainly be bad for the baby. I finally snap out of my daze and slide out of the wheelchair to sit on the floor with you, holding you around the shoulders tightly, crying into your neck.*
Orlando: *I hold onto you, rocking slightly, my eyes wide.* Please... we want to hold him....
Liv: *The doctor reluctantly agrees, and proceeds to remove Tyler from the incubator, knowing fully that he wasn't going to survive the night anyway. He wraps him in a blanket and hands him to us carefully.*
Orlando: *We're sitting on the floor, and I cradle Tyler in my arms. It hurts me to look at him, and tears start coursing down my cheeks.* I love you, Tyler...
Liv: *I wrap my other arm around him, holding him to us closely. He's so tiny, so fragile. He squirms ever so slightly* We love you, Tyler. Mommy and Daddy both. *I squeeze your shoulder gently*
Orlando: Right.. *I give you a shaky smile.* We love you... we always will...You'll always be in our hearts... *He's so light, and I look to you.* Want to hold him?
Liv: *I nod, then hold out my arms to take him from you. He is light, like a doll. I hold him close to my chest and cry silently, leaning into you for support. I speak to Tyler softly, telling him how much we love him and about his grandparents and aunts and uncles.*
Orlando: *I rest my head against yours, putting my finger into his tiny hand, amazed that he grabs onto it. I put a word in here and there about us.*
Liv: *I can feel his tiny heartbeat slowing down, which only makes me cry harder. I silently ask for you to take him by holding him out for you*
Orlando: *I nod, taking him in my arms, singing a song to him in Elvish. I don't want him to go, I want him to live.*
Liv: *I wrap my arms around both you again, rocking back and forth gently. I lean down and kiss Tyler's forehead, tears spilling down onto the blanket*
Orlando: *It's quick, like a puff of wind that comes and goes, and he's gone. A sob catches in my throat, and I clutch Tyler closer to me.*
Liv: *I can feel it, feel him leaving us, and I start to cry uncontrollably, holding on to the two of you for dear life.* God, please protect our baby. *I pray out loud.* Keep him safe with you until we come home.
Orlando: *The tears are just coursing down my cheeks, and I press a kiss to Tyler's forehead. The doctor comes to take him away, but I wrench my body away from him.*
Liv: *I give the doctor an evil glare and he backs off, leaving us alone with Tyler for a short while. I hold the two of you close and kiss your hair as you kiss Tyler.* I love you, Tyler. *I whisper.* I love you Orli.
Orlando: I love you, Liv... Always... *I say the same to Tyler, stroking the top of his head.*
Liv: *The doctor comes back after a little while to take Tyler away.*
Orlando: No. *I don't want to let him go, then it would make it real, and I'm not ready for that yet.*
Liv: *I look up at the doctor and shake my head, and he goes away for a few more minutes. I wipe my eyes with the back of my free hand and turn back to you and Tyler. I go about memorizing every feature, his tiny nose and chin. I unknowingly whisper* My baby... Our baby...
Orlando: Our baby...*I feel a wave of nausea overcome me, but I force it down, tightening my grip on Tyler.* Our baby... our little boy...
Liv: Sweetheart... *I say quietly to you, asking you with that one word for permission to hold Tyler.*
Orlando: *I nod, giving him to you, biting my lower lip.*
Liv: *I kiss your cheek as you hand him over to me. I hold the bundle tightly, but not too tightly as I fear of breaking him. I kiss his forehead and move the blanket from around his head, revealing more of him.* Our beautiful little man. *I let out a sob and more tears fall*
Orlando: *I nod, wrapping my arm around your shoulder tightly, holding on to you as though I'm drowning.*
Liv: *I'm nowhere near ready for this, to give our son, our child, over to someone and never see him again. I look up at you and see the same pain written in your face.* Are you... *I trail off, knowing you'll know my question, and I already know your answer. We will never be ready to hand him over. We just have to do it.*
Orlando: *I don't want to say anything, but I find myself nodding for some reason. I know what you're going to ask.*
Liv: *I feel absolutely horrible... My heart hurts so badly. The doctor comes over and I nod at him. I look over at my husband, the father of my child, and hold out my son.*
Orlando: *I close my eyes as the doctor takes him away, not wanting to see, to feel. I’m still sitting on the floor, my hand clutches over my heart.*
Liv: *I watch as the doctor walks away with him, as he holds the baby as if it were his own. I can swear I hear sniffles all throughout the room, but all I care about now is you. With my arms reluctantly free, I wrap them around you tightly and hold you to me. I whisper against your hair.* Lets go back to the room, sweetheart. Please.
Orlando: *I latch onto you, walking, hunched over. I try to support you as best as I can as we walk back to the room, staring around blankly.*
Liv: *It's extremely hard to walk, painful even, but once we get back there and I'm in bed, my body feels better. I move all the way over so there's room for you, and hold you in my arms as we cry together*
Orlando: *I bury my face in your neck, and I mumble.* Tell me I'm dreaming.
Liv: I want to... Want to tell you this is all a bad dream... *I run my fingers through your hair and pet your head softly*
Orlando: I'm so sorry, love... *With that, I break down, sobbing into your shoulder.*(
Liv: *I rock you in my arms, crying against you as well.* No, no... Not you, no...
Orlando: I should have been here, I should have been with you, Cams would have given me the time off...
Liv: I should have taken better care of myself... *I mumble in response*
Orlando: I'm sorry... *I don't know what else to say, what else to do.*
Liv: *I shake my head and hold you closer, impossibly close, to me*
Orlando: What do we do now?
Liv: I... I don't know.
Be warned that this is angsty and probably High PG, low R. It is also very long.
Liv: *I am sitting down on the couch with the laptop in my lap, waiting for Orlando to call like he said he would.*
Orlando: *I finally get a break from filming, and I grab my phone, intent on calling my wife. I'm in LA now.*
Liv: *The phone rings beside me and I pick it up before the first ring ends.* Hi sweetheart.
Orlando: Hullo, love. *I smile at the sound of your voice.*
Liv: *I grin instantly upon hearing your beautiful voice.* I miss you. So does the baby.
Orlando: Aw, I'm so sorry love, but... I'm in Cali now, production's moved out here... how are you?
Liv: California? *I sigh silently.* I'm alright. Just a little worried, as usual.
Orlando: Worried about what? How's baby?
Liv: Tyler hasn't moved all day.
Orlando: ....He hasn't? Have you been to a doctor?
Liv: I called them earlier and he said not to worry, but I can't. He hasn't moved much since... *I trail off, not completing my sentence.*
Orlando: *A cold feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.* Since when, love?
Liv: *I sigh again* Since I fainted earlier this week. *I whisper quietly into the phone.*
Orlando: Liv, please, take yourself to the emergency room...
Liv: I'm afraid to, Orli.
Orlando: Darling, look, everything's going to be okay, but we won't know until you go. Fuck... *I run my hand through my hair, frustrated.*
Liv: I... I'll go, but I don't want to go alone. *I move the laptop aside and place my hand on the edge of the couch to hoist myself up.* Please come home soon. I need you here.
Orlando: Darling, I'll be home as soon as I can, okay? I'll talk to Cameron, see if we can speed things up.
Liv: *I slowly start to make my way towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.* Alright. I'm sure he'll be nice and help speed filming along. Tell him you'll sic your very pregnant wife on him.
Orlando: *I laugh.* Yeah, I'm sure that'll work reeeeally well.
Liv: Of course it will. Pregnant women will get anything they want. *I laugh, reaching up and pulling a glass out of the cabinet.*
Orlando: Yeah, I think we'd get world peace if the army consisted of nothing but pregnant women.
Liv: *I laugh again, turning on the faucet to release the cold water.* That, love, is a scary thought.
Orlando: Would you be among them? Sexy AND pregnant, you'd be a double threat! *I laugh.*
Liv: Sexy? Me? Have you seen me lately? I'm a bloody beach ball! *I fill up the glass and turn off the faucet.*
Orlando: You're sexy to me, darling... *My voice turns into a low purr.*
Liv: I'm glad you find me attractive. *I smile, waddling slowly back to the couch. I pause at the end of the island in the kitchen and I start to sway.* No, not now... *I mutter as I feel myself starting to black out.*
Orlando: Liv? *I stop in mid-laugh.* Liv? Are you there, darling?
Liv: I'm... *The glass in my hand shatters as it falls to the floor. The phone slips from my grasp as well... The world turns black for me, and I fall down to the floor with a thump.*
Orlando: *I barely hear anything, only a thump, and at that moment, I end the connection. It takes me only a second to call Mia, I know she's in the city, and have her check on Liv for me. Then, I face Cameron, giving him the Reader's Digest version, and then book a flight as fast as I can.*
*Mia heads right over to Liv's immediately, finding her out cold on the floor. She calls for an ambulance, then calls Orlando to let him know what hospital they're taking Liv to. He gets Mia's call just as he's about to board the plane, and he takes it right on with him. He freaks out, wishing the plane would take off already. Mia manages to get Orli's flight information from him before he's forced to hang up. She drives over to the hospital and stays with Liv until it's time to get Orlando from the airport. Liv regains consciousness while Mia is bringing back Orlando from the airport.*
Orlando: *I tear through the hospital, having gotten information from Mia about it.*
Liv: *They've moved me into a private room, finally. The doctor was just in here trying to explain everything to me but I didn't understand what he was saying. I just know that something horrible is wrong. I can feel it. I'm lying in the bed, crying and sobbing horribly.*
Orlando: *I practically fly into the room, taking you in my arms as soon as I can.* Darling, darling, what's wrong?
Liv: *You fly into the room suddenly, taking me by surprise. I cling tightly to you as you wrap your arms around me, and I cry into you. I manage to sob one word, and one word only.* Tyler...
Orlando: What is it, what about Tyler? *I'm scared to death, but I manage to keep it inside.*
Liv: Something about tests... I don't know. *I shake as I cry.* Didn't understand what they said.
Orlando: Shh, darling, it's going to be okay... *I can't cry, not now, I have to be strong for you.* What happened, darling?
Liv: I...I don't know. I was talking to you, and... *I remember suddenly, and the crying slows down considerably* I got that feeling that I was going to faint. It's always the same dizzy feeling before I faint. I remember waking up here in this room.
Orlando: I should have been there... *I grit my teeth together, holding you.* I should have been there.
Liv: *I can feel your arms tighten around me as your anger rises.* You had to work, Orli. *I want to say something to make you feel better but I feel horrible myself. I let out a small quiet, pained groan.*
Orlando: Love? *I place my hand over your stomach, trying to see if I can get Tyler to move.*
Liv: *I shake my head and place my hand on top of yours.* Nothing. *A fresh spring of tears fall from my eyes.*
Orlando: It's... they're going to let us know.... *My chin starts to quiver, as I try desperately not to cry. I lean over, pressing my lips against your tummy.* Ty, it's Daddy, please, move for Daddy, kick me in the mouth, I won't be mad, I promise...
Liv: *I rest a hand in your hair, praying that Tyler responds to you.* Please, Tyler... God please... *I look down at you, hoping maybe you felt something I didn't.*
Orlando: *I press a kiss against your tummy, a single tear leaking out. I look up at you, shaking my head.*
Liv: *A long, painful sob is wretched from my throat and I curl up into myself. I don't notice the soft knock on the door.*
Orlando: *I do, though, and turn my head, looking up at the doctor.* Yes?
Liv: "Mr. Bloom, Ms. Tyler, my name is Dr. Smith. I'm afraid we have some bad news." *He goes on to explain that something is wrong with Tyler, and that they need to induce labor for both my health and the health of the baby. I close my eyes and sob.*
Orlando: *I shake my head, unable to believe what he's saying, but then I nod.* All right.
Liv: *I shake my head, begging and pleading with the doctor* No, no please... Tyler's alright, aren't you baby. Please don't do this...
Orlando: Darling, you heard what he said, it's for both of you, Tyler's going to be fine... *My heart is breaking.*
Liv: *The doctor steps in and tries to calm me down. With you by my side and the doctor talking to me I'm able to physically calm down a bit, though I'm still pleading with Tyler to move or something. The doctor looks to you and asks your permission to go ahead with the delivery.*
Orlando: *I know both of your lives are at stake, although I'm already thinking of the worst, and I nod quickly, not trusting my voice enough to actually say anything.*
Liv: *The doctor looks to me and explains the drugs they are going to give me to induce the labor. I nod, not understanding fully what's going to happen. A nurse comes in and brings the medication and the doctor injects me with it, along with a painful shot in my lower back to numb the pain. I look at you, hands clenched tightly in yours. You're a bit blurry to me, and I make note of that out loud.*
Orlando: *I look to the doctor, worry creasing my brow, and then I lean over, kissing your forehead.* I'm right here, darling, I'm not going to leave your side, I promise.
Liv: *The doctor explains that the medicine will take a little while to take affect, and asks if we would like some privacy. I nod and close my eyes as he walks out the door.* Tell me this is a bad dream, please. God, please don't do this. *I cry.*
Orlando: We have to trust him, love, he knows what he's doing. Tyler's going to be okay, he's going to get better, and we're going to take him home, okay? *I try to smile, but it doesn't quite get to my eyes.*
Liv: *I want so desperately to believe you. I lay my hands on my stomach and rub circles over my belly, whispering in low tones between tears to the baby inside me.* We love you, Tyler, my beautiful baby. *I mutter nonsense to my stomach for a while, when I'm not holding on to you for dear life. Things are starting to get fuzzier in my vision, and after a little while the doctor comes back in.*
Orlando: *My free hand is rubbing slowly over yours, whispering "I love you" in your ear, over and over. I barely notice the doctor walking back in, I'm so intent on you.*
Liv: *The doctor clears his throat to get our attention. Once we're looking at him, he explains the way things are going to go. He's going to break my water and we're going to push the baby out. He asks us again if this is alright, and when we agree he goes out to the hallway and brings back with him a team of health care professionals. All these people worry me and you can tell how scared I am.*
Orlando: *I don't know what to say, or what to do... I do know that I want to take you home, but I can't, and we have to do as the doctors say. I help you sit up a little bit.*
Liv: *The staff help me move into position, and all these changes are making me dizzy. I grab onto one of your arms to keep me steady as the doctor begins. I whimper in pain as my water is forcefully broken, disgusting liquid spilling out of me.*
Orlando: *I try not to look, burying my face in your neck, and talking to you, about anything and everything, mostly about my sister and mother. I hold your hand tighter, brushing your hair back repeatedly.*
Liv: *I lean my head against yours, trying to ignore the pain in my abdomen. The doctor starts throwing about orders, and the staff starts getting all kinds of various equipment ready. I cry out in pain suddenly, and the doctor gently tells me to start pushing when I feel the need, which I do.*
Orlando: I love you, darling... no matter what happens, we're going to be okay. All three of us, all right? Tyler's going to grow up and be a strong little boy, and he's going to play sports and kiss girls, but that won't come till later.* I chuckle weakly, kissing your forehead again, letting you crush my hand.*
Liv: *The labor seems to take forever, but is over with relatively quickly. The doctor verbally guides me through the last of the pushing, and physically guiding little Tyler out of my body. He makes no sound but flails about slightly, and one of the nurses is guiding you down quickly to cut the cord so they can take him away to neo-natal ICU.*
Orlando: *I cut the cord where they tell me to, but I barely get to see him. His little body is light blue, and it scares the hell out of me. He's gone, though, before we can get a proper look at him.*
Liv: *The doctor makes me push out the rest of the gunk as they take my baby away. I look up at Orli, or where I think he is, and I begin to cry.* Where is he? Orli? Where's Tyler? *The doctor and the rest of the staff back away from the table and the two of us to clean up and give us some time.* Where is my baby? *I cry.*
Orlando: They're looking him over, love, they're making sure he's okay, I'm sure they'll let us see him soon... *I make an attempt to wipe my tears with the back of my hand.* He's so small, love...
Liv: Did you get to see him? *I ask.*
Orlando: *I nod.* Just for a bit... he's blue, love...
Liv: *I gasp.* Blue? Babies aren't supposed to be blue. What is going o- *I sit up too quickly and get extremely dizzy. I reach out blindly and grab your shirt as I flop back down onto the table.*
Orlando: *I latch onto you, catching you before you have a chance to slip any further.* They're going to tell us, they will, we just have to wait, maybe he needed some oxygen, they'll give it to him....
Liv: *The doctor notices my dizzy spell and comes back over immediately. I whine to him that I don't feel well, and he immediately starts checking me over. He signals one of the nurses to place an oxygen mask over my face for a few minutes until he thinks I'm calm enough. The whole time I'm staring at you and silently praying to whatever gods exist that my baby will be alright.*
Orlando: *I just stare back at you, willing everything to be all right, and hoping that we can see him soon.*
Liv: *The doctor comes back over and tries to explain to us Tyler's condition. Tyler's health is serious and that there are specialists looking him over trying to do everything they can for him. He then says they're going to move me into a more private room and he will be in when he has more news. I silently cry, tears running down my face. I ask when we can see him, and the doctor says he'll show us to the ICU as soon as Tyler is stable.*
Orlando: *I hold onto you tightly, petting your hair... it's more out of habit than anything else, and it's keeping me busy.*
Liv: *They have me lay down and they wheel my bed to a new room, one that is quieter and closer to the neonatal ICU. Once the attendants leave, I grasp your hands tightly.* Orli...
Orlando: What, love? *I kiss you lightly.*
Liv: I'm scared.
Orlando: I am, too....
Liv: *I let go of your hands, only to pat the spot of the bed next to me. I move over on the bed to make room for you, groaning with the movement.* Please, come sit down with me. *I sniffle*
Orlando: *I lie on the bed next to you, curling up to you, wrapping one arm around you.*
Liv: *I seemingly crawl inside you, needing your comforting arms around me. Tears fall from my eyes as we lay here in silence.*
Orlando: *I'm trying to think of the most positive things I can think of, good thoughts.*
Liv: *I try not to think the worst about my baby, but more of those horrible thoughts creep into my head the longer we lay here. After a good long while, I've finally had enough.* Damn it, I want to see our baby, and I want him now. *I press the "call nurse" button near the bed.*
Orlando: *I nod, agreeing with you, and the nurse walks in. I tell her we want to see our son, but she says that's not possible right now. I shake my head.* No, we want to see our son!
Liv: I will see my son. *I bark at the nurse, swinging my feet over the side of the bed and sitting up. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but health be damned, I will see Tyler.*
Orlando: *I catch you in my arms, balancing you, helping you stay upright. The nurse nods, getting a wheelchair for you.*
Liv: I want to see him, sweetheart. I need my child. *I pull out the IV and, with your help, start to walk slowly towards the door, groans of pain with each step. The nurse gets back with the wheelchair just in time, and I flop down into it.*
Orlando: *I push the nurse away from the wheelchair, but I get her to lead us to NICU. The hallway is silent as I push you in the chair.*
Liv: *The quietness is eerie and just adds to my fear. The nurse goes ahead of us and informs the staff inside that we're demanding to see our child, so the doctor that had seen me previously comes out to speak with us.*
Orlando: *I shake him off.* No. I don't want to hear anything right now, we want to see him.
Liv: *The doctor, despite his concerns, allows us to enter. But first he informs us that Orli will have to get into scrubs to be allowed in. Someone brings you the required articles and you put them on. They give us both masks to cover our mouth and nose, then allow us in, showing you to wheel me to this one incubator.*
Orlando: *I wheel you over, and there's a small sign that says the name "Bloom" on it. I inhale sharply, actually seeing our son for the first time, and I'm struck by how small he actually is.*
Liv: *I have to sit completely up to see inside the clear box, and I gasp once little Tyler comes into view.* He's so tiny. *I reach back and grasp Orlando's hand tightly. There are dozens of tubes and wires surrounding the little guy, and I look up at one of the staff to ask a question* Why is there all that...stuff around him?
Orlando: *I look up as well, nodding, wanting to know what was going on with him, as I hold your hand tightly.*
Liv: *The staff member explains that the tubes and such are basically supporting the little human inside there. I look up at you with tears in my eyes, then back at the staff.* You mean...?
Orlando: *I shake my head fiercely, not wanting to believe them.* Medicine's supposed to be so advanced, can't you help him?
Liv: "We are trying, Mr. Bloom. There's only so much we can do." *The doctor says from behind us. He places a hand on each of our shoulders.* "I need to speak to you, Mr. and Mrs. Bloom. Would you like to speak in private?"
Orlando: You tell us, here, now.
Liv: *The doctor nods, then quietly and calmly explains to us in simple terms that Tyler is in very poor health, and that he isn't expected to last the night. I look at the man in shock*
Orlando: *I keep shaking my head.* No. No. That's not true.
Liv: "Mr. Bloom" *the doctor starts trying to explain further that it's not a lie. He tries to give us a glimmer of hope, saying that babies have been known to survive this early birth. I just continue to stare at him, completely dumbfounded. It's like the world has closed in around me, and all I see are his lips moving, but not his words.*
Orlando: *I sink to my knees, still in denial.* I want to hold him.
Liv: *The doctor holds back a sigh of sadness. He tries to explain that removing him from the tubes right now would almost certainly be bad for the baby. I finally snap out of my daze and slide out of the wheelchair to sit on the floor with you, holding you around the shoulders tightly, crying into your neck.*
Orlando: *I hold onto you, rocking slightly, my eyes wide.* Please... we want to hold him....
Liv: *The doctor reluctantly agrees, and proceeds to remove Tyler from the incubator, knowing fully that he wasn't going to survive the night anyway. He wraps him in a blanket and hands him to us carefully.*
Orlando: *We're sitting on the floor, and I cradle Tyler in my arms. It hurts me to look at him, and tears start coursing down my cheeks.* I love you, Tyler...
Liv: *I wrap my other arm around him, holding him to us closely. He's so tiny, so fragile. He squirms ever so slightly* We love you, Tyler. Mommy and Daddy both. *I squeeze your shoulder gently*
Orlando: Right.. *I give you a shaky smile.* We love you... we always will...You'll always be in our hearts... *He's so light, and I look to you.* Want to hold him?
Liv: *I nod, then hold out my arms to take him from you. He is light, like a doll. I hold him close to my chest and cry silently, leaning into you for support. I speak to Tyler softly, telling him how much we love him and about his grandparents and aunts and uncles.*
Orlando: *I rest my head against yours, putting my finger into his tiny hand, amazed that he grabs onto it. I put a word in here and there about us.*
Liv: *I can feel his tiny heartbeat slowing down, which only makes me cry harder. I silently ask for you to take him by holding him out for you*
Orlando: *I nod, taking him in my arms, singing a song to him in Elvish. I don't want him to go, I want him to live.*
Liv: *I wrap my arms around both you again, rocking back and forth gently. I lean down and kiss Tyler's forehead, tears spilling down onto the blanket*
Orlando: *It's quick, like a puff of wind that comes and goes, and he's gone. A sob catches in my throat, and I clutch Tyler closer to me.*
Liv: *I can feel it, feel him leaving us, and I start to cry uncontrollably, holding on to the two of you for dear life.* God, please protect our baby. *I pray out loud.* Keep him safe with you until we come home.
Orlando: *The tears are just coursing down my cheeks, and I press a kiss to Tyler's forehead. The doctor comes to take him away, but I wrench my body away from him.*
Liv: *I give the doctor an evil glare and he backs off, leaving us alone with Tyler for a short while. I hold the two of you close and kiss your hair as you kiss Tyler.* I love you, Tyler. *I whisper.* I love you Orli.
Orlando: I love you, Liv... Always... *I say the same to Tyler, stroking the top of his head.*
Liv: *The doctor comes back after a little while to take Tyler away.*
Orlando: No. *I don't want to let him go, then it would make it real, and I'm not ready for that yet.*
Liv: *I look up at the doctor and shake my head, and he goes away for a few more minutes. I wipe my eyes with the back of my free hand and turn back to you and Tyler. I go about memorizing every feature, his tiny nose and chin. I unknowingly whisper* My baby... Our baby...
Orlando: Our baby...*I feel a wave of nausea overcome me, but I force it down, tightening my grip on Tyler.* Our baby... our little boy...
Liv: Sweetheart... *I say quietly to you, asking you with that one word for permission to hold Tyler.*
Orlando: *I nod, giving him to you, biting my lower lip.*
Liv: *I kiss your cheek as you hand him over to me. I hold the bundle tightly, but not too tightly as I fear of breaking him. I kiss his forehead and move the blanket from around his head, revealing more of him.* Our beautiful little man. *I let out a sob and more tears fall*
Orlando: *I nod, wrapping my arm around your shoulder tightly, holding on to you as though I'm drowning.*
Liv: *I'm nowhere near ready for this, to give our son, our child, over to someone and never see him again. I look up at you and see the same pain written in your face.* Are you... *I trail off, knowing you'll know my question, and I already know your answer. We will never be ready to hand him over. We just have to do it.*
Orlando: *I don't want to say anything, but I find myself nodding for some reason. I know what you're going to ask.*
Liv: *I feel absolutely horrible... My heart hurts so badly. The doctor comes over and I nod at him. I look over at my husband, the father of my child, and hold out my son.*
Orlando: *I close my eyes as the doctor takes him away, not wanting to see, to feel. I’m still sitting on the floor, my hand clutches over my heart.*
Liv: *I watch as the doctor walks away with him, as he holds the baby as if it were his own. I can swear I hear sniffles all throughout the room, but all I care about now is you. With my arms reluctantly free, I wrap them around you tightly and hold you to me. I whisper against your hair.* Lets go back to the room, sweetheart. Please.
Orlando: *I latch onto you, walking, hunched over. I try to support you as best as I can as we walk back to the room, staring around blankly.*
Liv: *It's extremely hard to walk, painful even, but once we get back there and I'm in bed, my body feels better. I move all the way over so there's room for you, and hold you in my arms as we cry together*
Orlando: *I bury my face in your neck, and I mumble.* Tell me I'm dreaming.
Liv: I want to... Want to tell you this is all a bad dream... *I run my fingers through your hair and pet your head softly*
Orlando: I'm so sorry, love... *With that, I break down, sobbing into your shoulder.*(
Liv: *I rock you in my arms, crying against you as well.* No, no... Not you, no...
Orlando: I should have been here, I should have been with you, Cams would have given me the time off...
Liv: I should have taken better care of myself... *I mumble in response*
Orlando: I'm sorry... *I don't know what else to say, what else to do.*
Liv: *I shake my head and hold you closer, impossibly close, to me*
Orlando: What do we do now?
Liv: I... I don't know.