Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
Chris POV
                          
"Mr. Wood?" The doctor asks me. I take a big gulp and look deep into his eyes shaking my head 'yes.' His eyes fade into sympathy. I could see it. This was it. She wasn't okay, something was wrong. I could feel it. 
                          
"I'm Dr. Shepard." He said extending his hand for a handshake. I hesitantly shake it. "Melissa," He said looking down at his clipboard. "Your wife had complications."
                          
I felt like I couldn't breathe, that there was no air in the room. Nothing. My eyes formed tears, but somehow, I keep them back. Who knows? I told myself, maybe he'll tell me that through all of it she was okay. But I knew that wasn't realistic.
                          
"Melissa was told that this pregnancy carried many risks. We told her at 5 months that the fetus did not attach in the uterus like it was supposed to, instead it attached to her fallopian tubes." He knew what he was talking about, but I was confused. Not with how the baby's growth or process, just that she didn't tell me. "Since your son's pregnancy was relatively the same, we told her it was possible. But the delivery of your son came easier than this. Your daughter's delivery was twice as hard."
                          
I felt my chest hurt and I couldn't, I couldn't keep the tears down. They ran out and I felt myself get so weak, because the woman I loved, and my baby girl were both not in good shape.
                          
"We were originally wrong. The baby had attached on the ovaries instead of the fallopian tubes. The ovaries are critical for your wife's survival." He took a look down at his papers once more. I knew this next part was not good. "And there were some unexpected problems. After finding your daughter on your wife's ovary, we found a cyst. We couldn't save her ovary due to the cyst, but your daughter was delivered safely. She's 6 lbs and 2 oz. She is in the nursey, resting." His smile didn't make me feel any better.
                          
I felt worried. I had a feeling this wasn't all he came to tell me. There had to be something else. I thought to myself. I looked at him through my tears as he explained that she was healthy and overall very happy, but after that he turned cold.
                          
"What about Mel?" I barely got out. He looked down at the ground, not his clipboard meaning that it was something that didn't need to be written down. It was something that was more permanent and crucial. 
                          
"Melissa," He said after a deep breath. "is in a coma." 
                          
I felt my body go numb. He kept talking but I blocked it out. I knew after my best friend's father's experience that coma patients didn't wake up. It was slightly a 7% chance that they would wake and within that 7% only 1% returned themselves. 
                          
I knew in that moment that my wife, best friend, one true love, soulmate was gone. Forever.