How long had it been? How many hours? Spencer couldnít remember anymore.
"Sir?" a nurse intruded on his thoughts.
"Sheís asking for you. Would you like to come in?" she inquired.
Spencer walked past her and directly into Katherineís room. He gasped slightly at her appearance. Pale, weak.
This wasnít right. He could feel it.
"Spence." she said in a voice that was barely a whisper.
"Shhh, Iím right here. Iím not going anywhere." he promised.
"The baby, somethingís wrong with the baby." she cried.
He gently stroked her soaking hair away from her face in an attempt to calm her. "Kat, the babyís fine. The
doctorís on his way. Heíll be here soon."
As if on cue, the dark haired man in surgical dress walked through the doors. "Do my ears deceive me?"
he said, halfway laughing "Well hello there, Miss Katherine."
Spencer walked up to the doctor to intercept him before he made his way to Kat.
"Excuse me, you are?" he inquired.
"Well, Iím the doctor. At least I think I am." the man said.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" Spencer said, anger rising within him. "I donít know. Maybe. Letís
see what we got here..." he said positioning himself at the foot of Katherineís bed.
"Well, well. We need to get this lady up to surgery right away. This baby is coming out tonight!" the
Spencer stopped him before he made it out the door. "Iím not so sure. I donít think this is right. I want
another doctor. One who... who knows what heís doing."
"Iím the doctor. I know what Iím doing. Iíve overseen this pregnancy since the beginning." he said.
"Spence..." came Katherineís quiet voice. He turned to face her and saw her outstretched hand reaching
towards him. "Itís okay. Really. I trust him. Iíll go with him." Katherine told him.
"Are you sure, Kat? I mean he doesnít seem right. Heís making jokes, acting weird." Spence questioned.
"Spence, itís okay." she said.
They began to roll her away when she called out to him again. "Spence, promise me something."
Without hesitation he said, "Anything."
She laughed softly that he hadnít heard her request and he already complied.
"Promise me that if anything happens to me that youíll look after my baby."
"Of course. Iíll do anything." Spence promised.
"I love you Spence." she said through the crowd around her, as they rolled her down the hallway.
He paced back and forth in the small waiting room. It felt as though the walls were beginning to close in on him.
"Spencer?" an unfamiliar voice said.
"Yes." he confirmed.
"Iím Katherineís mother, Linda Walker. You called." she explained.
"Mrs. Walker. Please to meet you." he said.
She glanced past him, over his shoulder, towards the door."Howís she doing?" concern evident in her voice.
"I donít know, they wont tell me anything." he said raising his hands in the air out of frustration.
"Sir?" he heard.
"Yes?" Spencer said, turning around.
"I have some news." the man began.
Spencer felt Mrs. Walker grab his hand and squeeze it tightly.
"Youíre not the doctor who went up with her. Where is he? Is something wrong? What happened to Katherine?"
he questioned. "He is still with Miss Walker. The baby is alive, a beautiful girl. However there are some
complications. Miss Walker isnít recovering as quickly as weíd like her too. We need to operate. We do need consent
from a family member before we do so." he explained.
"Iím her mother." Linda said quietly.
"Good. Iíll have a nurse bring you the papers. Thank you, Mrs. Walker. Thank you." he said, leaving them
Spencer watched as Linda shakily signed the consent and sat down in a nearby chair.
"You know, I came here with the expectation of seeing my daughter and my grandchild. I didnít know that weíd
be kept from her and having to sign off on saving her life."
"I know. I canít believe this is happening either." Spencer said sitting next to her, wrapping a comforting
arm around her.