Immediately, something went around my waist and I was being lifted. I looked over and Lance was holding me up so that Amy could slide a heart monitor around me for the baby. Suddenly, a quick flutter beeped into the air. "Is he okay?" I asked, barely conscious. "Lance the baby is he okay?"

"Shush he's fine, honey. Hang in there," Lance said, and then held his wrist up to my lips again. "Drink, Leila. God! I'm begging you, drink! You've lost too much blood. You need my blood ...