"Carole! Burt! Someone please!" He screamed, as he clutched his belly and praying to any deity that would listen to help his girls. He screamed as another wave of pain came.

Carole and Burt ran into the room, followed by Finn and Blaine, then Kurt with a wailing Rian in his arms. They all stared in horror at the bed sheets between Collins legs. Carole sprung to action,

"Burt, call 911, Kurt call Mercedes to come watch Rian, Blaine call Dave and Finn help me get Collin down stairs."

The ambulance carried Collin away, with Carole holding his hand, everyone following behind in Kurts navigator. Blaine held Kurt in the backseat, the smaller boy was crying into Blaines chest, and Blaine pleaded and bargained with whatever god there might be to save Collin and the girls. They were all praying, all except Kurt who was just hoping, hoping that it would be okay. He couldn't imagine losing Rian. When he was born he was alright, only a month early, but the girls were trying to come almost three months ahead of time. He begged to the only spirit he thought would hear, please mom! Please save his girls! Kurt shook in Blaines arms, and Burt had to keep himself from stopping to comfort his son.

Collin screamed in the back of the ambulance.

"Please god! Please don't take my girls! There mine please!" He screamed, the pain just hurt so bad, "Please! God, Allah! Jesus! Anyone!" He sobbed and clutched his hardened belly and whispered brokenly, "Can anyone hear me? Please. Take me. Just don't take my girls." Carole sobbed, listening to Collin. He was pleading, bargaining, praying, doing anything he felt would help his girls. God, she just wanted to be able to help him. Collin was her son now, and she felt so helpless. She couldn't help him. She couldn't save his babies. She could only sit there and hope there was someone, SomeTHING anything, that could help.

Light. Tile. Light. Tile. Light. Tile. He felt the bump as they wheeled him through the doors to the operating room. As they put the epidural in and numbed him he heard Daves voice screaming at the doctor that he was the father. He mustered all the strength he had left as he began to feel tired to grab the nurses arm weekly,

"Please. Please let him in. I need him." She looked sorry, and was about to tell him he couldn't, when he heard the voice of an angel yelling at the man in front. Patty burst through the doors with Dave in tow. Both of them in sterile scrubs. She ran over and took his left hand while Dave took his right. Dave lent in and kissed him, relaying all his love and passion and devotion in that one kiss. He pulled back just to where his lips ghosted Collins,

"Baby. I'm here. We're going to get through this." Collin let his tears fall,

"The girls though!" Dave shook his head and spoke with conviction,

"Collin, you listen to me. Those girls have you as a father. You have more fight than I've ever seen in anyone. They need you to believe in them and trust that whatever happens is for a reason. If they pass I know it will be kicking and screaming. They're not going without a fight. Do you understand me?" Collin nodded and an anesthesia mask was placed over his face. The doctor explained what would happen.

"Collin, we're going to do our best to save these babies. You will be aware of what's going on, but you won't be able to move. Do you understand?" He nodded and allowed himself to be taken to the background. Black rimming his vision.

I'm floating. In the far corner of the room. I see all of them. Dave is holding my hand. They're cutting me open. Oh god, there's so much blood. Dave is peering over the curtain they have over my chest, what's the for anyway? They have their hands in my belly. Oh god, what if they grab too hard? Oh god, they can't be very big. They're so young! Don't hurt them! Wait, what's that? Why is she purple! Make her breathe! Why isn't she crying! they're putting a little mask over her and rubbing her back. Oh god, she has the most beautiful cry. They're wheeling her away in a plastic box thing, where are they taking her? I focus back onto my belly. Where's my other little girl? Why are they whispering? I can't hear you! The doctor turns to Dave and says something. Dave bursts into tears and Patty pulls him into her large motherly chest. I see her, she's blue. And clearly dead. But she's still so beautiful. 2 41 Am. Stillborn.

I'm in an all white room. And I feel so empty. The light coming in from the window hurts my eyes. The clock on the wall reads 5: 19 pm. I look to my left and Dave is curled in the recliner, holding my hand. I nudge him and he wakes up and gives me a sad look.

"She's gone. Isn't she." He nods sadly. A tear falls loose and trails down his face.

"They said we could hold her if we want. And- and th-they can cremate her here." He's fighting back tears, I've never seen him this broken.

"i want to see her." He nods and pushes a button on the bed and a nurse comes in. She checks me over and asks if we need anything. "I want to see my daughter. I want to see her to say goodbye." She nods sadly and leaves the room.

She returns with the doctor who delivered them, and Patty. They have a little pink bundle in Pattys arms. She has tears falling freely down her face as she passes her lifeless form to me. They all leave the room and Dave and I stare at our little girl. We'd never see her first steps, hear her first words. Get to see her play with her first birthday cake. Won't get to see her walk down the isle.

Dave runs his thumb gently over her cold skin. She's so beautiful. I lean down and kiss her on the forehead, my face soaked with tears. Dave pulls me in gently and we cradle our baby girl between us. The baby girl we'll never get a chance to raise. I feel like I've failed.

Collin ran his fingers over the little pink ceramic box, over the little black outline of a butterfly fluttering to the top. He ran his thumb over the black letters, Jessamine Angel Karofsky, daughter, sister, guardian spirit. We love you baby. A poem was engraved on the back, one that Collin wrote while holding her in the room alone, Dave had given him some private grieving time, he would later have his time and learn he didn't have the strength to say goodbye. He didn't know until reading the poem, neither did Collin.

I have you in my arms baby girl,

Can you tell?

Can you feel me?

I carried you for almost seven months,

in that chamber where I thought nothing,

Nothing could hurt you.

I thought you were safe.

I thought you were okay.

Baby girl,

I won't say goodbye,

Because I can feel you still.

I felt you kick when I awoke.

You can stay in there forever if you like.

I won't say goodbye.

I'll have you as long as you'll have me.

But even if you go,

I still won't say goodbye.

Kurt clutched Rian in his arms as Collin read it aloud in the hospital chapel. He couldn't imagine the pain Collin must be in. He whispered into Rians ear,

"I love you so much baby boy. You're my life." he looked over at the little pink rectangle shaped box, take care of her mom.