Tina's Pov:

I sat in the waiting room with everyone else. Jemma lost the baby and suffers a severe concussion. 

They did a procedure to make sure everything was out and she wouldn't get an infection. Thankfully she hasn't woke up from the anesthesia.

Mike is in emergency surgery, has been for the last couple of hours.

 The doctors said that if Skip hadn't pulled him out and given him CPR he would have died. Even with his efforts the pulse was so weak that only the machine picked it up. He had several broken bones but the internal damage is what they're worried about. 

He lost a lot of blood.

I've never prayed so much in my life.

I couldn't get the broken look Skip had out of my mind. The entire scene was burned into my eyes. 

The twisted up truck that looked like it'd been crushed at the junk yard. Mike's limp body covered in blood. Skip almost killing the drunk.

I think I should be freaked that he lost it, but all I thought was that he was doing what I wanted. I wanted to beat that man so badly he couldn't move.

 How was it at all fair that he didn't have a bruise on him but Michael was very nearly dead. Especially since the drunk ass hole was the one that caused the crash.

 If Mike dies I don't think Jems will survive it, or Skip and his family. 

Michael is the glue that holds everyone together and the best thing that's ever happened to Jems. So yeah I totally wanted to be pulverizing that bastard the way Skip did.

I know it's selfish but I prayed that Skip would be able to get out of whatever trouble he was in. It wasn't his fault. 

You could tell just by looking at him that he was broken, his screams were filled with so much pain.

Skip's told me about the last time Michael almost died and the emotional scars it left on him.

 How he sat with Michael after he got him to the hospital and disobeyed direct orders because he wouldn't leave his little brother's side for a moment, much less another Op.

How even after the physical pain had healed he didn't get the old Michael back until Jemma came and brought him back to life. 

That's why he loves her so much, why his whole family love her like their own blood. She brought the peace and happiness back to Michael's life, and he did the same for her.

 Which is why me and Jems entire family love Mike so damn much.

I remember Skip saying he never wanted to feel that kind of helpless agony again. I thought he was exaggerating but now I know he wasn't. 

That's exactly what tonight was, HELL, feeling lost and useless and so scared to lose someone so wonderful and very important to us all.

They've barely had any time together. It's just not right for it to end like this! After everything they've both endured they deserve their happily ever after.

No one moved or talked, hell it looked like everyone was barely daring to breath.

 We talked to the doctors and figured it would be better if she heard about the baby from one of us. If Mike was here it'd be him but he's not so everyone voted for me to do it. 

We all agreed to wait as long as possible before we tell her about Mike.

I hear shoes smacking on the floor and looked up. A gasp broke from me when I saw Skip and Officer Donald walking to us. I jumped up from my chair and ran to him.

He stiffened momentarily but when I jumped into his arms he hugged me back, burying his head in my neck.

"Any news?" He croaked.

I rubbed his head soothingly. "Jems lost the baby and has a concussion. She should be waking up soon."

He nodded and let me pull him to a chair.

"Mike is in surgery, he sustained several broken bones and some of the glass got embedded into his skin. They're working on stopping the internal bleeding right now. It's tricky because of the amount of blood he lost. Plus his blood type is rare. So they don't have a lot of it in stock."

He had his head in his hands and I could see his body slightly shake. He stood up and was about to walk away when a nurse came out. He called her to us.

"Can I help you sir?"

He nodded and stood at parade rest. "Ma'am I understand my brother needs blood. I have the exact match. Please take me to donate for his transfusion."

She nodded silently and led him through the doors.

Half an hour later we were told Jems was waking up. I stood up and took a deep breath. I followed the nurse to Jems room.

I exhaled slowly and knocked softly. "Hey Jemma, how ya doing Hun?"

She turned to face me and you could see slight tear trails. "You don't have to tell me, I already know" She muttered looking away from me, to conceal the fact that she was crying for her lost child.

I sat down and held her hand. "Everything is gonna be okay baby doll. We'll get through this as a family." I assured her

She squeezed my hand weakly. "I was so dumb. I shouldn't have ran on the wet ground in flip flops. I killed our baby Tina. Michael is gonna hate me. Hell I hate me right now." She didn't get frantic, she just quietly stated that.

"No honey, it was an accident. You didn't do anything wrong. Mike isn't going to hate you. He'll understand."

I sat next to her on the bed and held her close as she silently cried.

There was a light knock and Skip came in. He came over and kissed Jems on the forehead wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. "Hey you, how are you feeling?"

She just shrugged her shoulders but gave a small weak smile. "Did Michael come with you?"

"We're so glad you're alright Jems. I know this sounds cold but there will be other babies. What's important is that you rest up and get better."

She stared at Skip with fresh tears in her eyes. "Michael hates me doesn't he?"

Skip shot a quick glance to me and I tried to tell him with my eyes what she meant.

"No, sweetie, Mike could never hate you. He loves you more then anything in this world. Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. It was just an accident. No one holds anything against you. We're all worried about you."

"Where's Michael then? If he doesn't hate me for this then where is he?"

I felt tears clog my throat while I watched Skip struggle for an answer.

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Skip's Pov:

"Where's Michael?" Her wobbly voice asked. I looked at the ceiling and tried to think of a way around telling her what happened.

"He... Uh... Jems, he's-"

She grabbed my face and made me look at her. "Where is my husband?"

I took a deep breath and gathered my strength, knowing she'll need me to be strong.

"There was an accident, he was hit by a drunk driver. I just talked to the doctor and he's out of surgery but slipped into a coma. It could be hours or weeks."

Tears ran down her face but no sound came out.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. "Listen to me Jems, he will make it. This isn't as bad as last time and he has more of a reason to fight to live now. He'll be good as new in no time. I promise you he'll make it."

She held on tight and shook from the force of her anguish..

"This is all my fault, he's fighting to live because I was so stupid." She wailed, no longer crying silently. Heart wrenching sobs wracked her body and put her in danger of hyperventilating.

I pulled back and shook her enough that her teeth rattled a little.

"Listen god damn it! It wasn't you're fault. It was the drunk's fault. But you're right he's fighting to live because of you. Because he loves you more then anything. So have faith and stay strong for him. He'll make it because you're here waiting for him." I held her while she sobbed.

After a few minutes she pushed me off and stood up a little unsteadily.

My eyes widened in disbelief when she started pulling off the cords hooking her to different monitors. I grabbed her hand as she pulled out her IV.

"Jemma what the hell are you doing?"

The nurse came in because all the monitor went haywire. "Miss you need to get back to bed."

Jems glared at her. "The only place I need to be is with my husband."

The nurse placed her hands on her hips. "I insist you get back in bed. You're not well enough to be up."

I heard a growl and for a second I honestly thought Jems was gonna beat the nurse. I put my arm around her for support. "Jems-" She cut me off.

"SHUT UP SKIP! THAT'S MY HUSBAND AND I NEED TO BE BY HIS SIDE!"

She turned back to the nurse. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL MOVE YOU FORCEFULLY OUT OF MY WAY! ! I'M FINE AND MY HUSBAND NEEDS ME!"

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Tina's pov:

I walked to Jems. "She's just doing her job Jems. You're bleeding from where you pulled out the IV. I'm sure that you'll be able to see Mike soon. Just do what the nurse says and please get back in bed."

She glared at me and for a second I thought I'd talked some sense into her, until she opened her mouth and spoke to the nurse again.

"Get out." She didn't yell she just glared as she quietly ordered her out of the room.

"No ma'am, you're here for medical reasons and until you're checked out you need to do as you're told and get back in bed so I can redo all your monitors and IV's. I understand you're worried but we need to take care of you first."

"Get the doctor then. I want to sign out. I'm fine. But Michael isn't and I'm not going to stand here and have an arbitrary argument with you. Get the damn paperwork for me to leave against doctors orders or whatever the hell documents you need me to sign so I can leave this fucking room and be with my husband. I'll be waiting in Michael's room."

Skip stopped her and I swear if looks could kill, he'd be six feet under right now. "Mike wouldn't want this. He'd want you to be taken care of."

She slapped her hand on his mouth and raised up on her toes to look him in the eyes.

"Don't!" Her voice cracked and her tears ran free. "Don't talk like he's dead. I need to be with him, I'll listen to him rant when he gets better. But for now, he has no say. So you can help me get to his room or I'll do it by myself. Either way move your ass"

She shoved her way passed the stunned nurse. I waited until they left then spoke to the tired looking lady.

"If you can give me some bandages we'll clean her up. She needs to be there though. He might not make it and she's already lost her baby. If it was you, wouldn't you do the same."

She nodded her head. "I'll see what I can do to move her into his room but we'll need to at least hook her back up to the IV bag."

She dug in the cabinets and pulled out the first aid stuff. I thanked her and left.

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Skip's Pov:

I helped her as we walked the corridors to Mike's room. She hadn't said anything but the tears kept going. She stumbled and would have fallen face first if I hadn't caught her.

I picked her up bridal style and didn't bother to ask her to go back to her room. It was useless and I didn't want to stress her out by arguing pointlessly with her. 

Plus I honestly believe it'll help Michael, her being there and talking to him.

I shouldered the door open and her sharp intake off breath was audible.

 I set her on the chair and watched as she shakily stood up and walked to him. Her fingers trailed the air around his face but she didn't touch.

This is the first I've seen him since I pulled him out. He had a cast on his right leg and left arm. His face looked like someone beat the crap out of him. Two black eyes, broke nose, busted lip and cuts over his neck, upper arms. His shoulder and several ribs were wrapped and compressed so that the breaks heal properly. The blanket was pulled up covering the incisions from the operation to stop the internal bleeding when his spleen ruptured. He had a bunch of tubes and cords hooked to him, monitoring different body functions and responses.

I walked to Jems and hugged her gently. "He'll be okay."

She shook her head. "I did this. If he ever wakes up, he's gonna hate me. He's finally gonna realize that I'm a stupid immature brat and that he could do so much better then some thoughtless teenager that goes off in the middle of the night during a storm for ice cream."

I pulled her away from the bed and sat her in my lap cradling her. I let her sob and get her rant out for a minute then said what needed to be said.

"Shut up!" I snapped angrily.

She jerked her head to look at me so quickly that her neck cracked. I continued to rub her back but I had to snap her out of this guilt and the blame that she was laying on herself. I knew all too well what that kind of guilt could do to a person.

"It's when he wakes up, not if he wakes up and I've already told you, that short of you cheating on him. I don't think he could ever hate you! Plus are you trying to imply that Mike is dumb or that he doesn't know his own mind? Well are you?"

She looked at me wide eyed but I think it had to do with my fierce tone then what I was actually saying. "No that's not what-"

I cut her off before she could finish. "No I listened to you while you wallowed in guilt and self pity. Now you're gonna shut up and listen to me."

She nodded

"He could never hate you. His last words on the voicemail before he faded out were 'I love you Jemma' You didn't do anything wrong. You're not immature or bratty. Yeah you're young but everything you've been through has made you grow up beyond your years. You are what makes him happy. What brought the peace, laughter, love and wholeness to him after he lost it all. Mike couldn't do better then you and he doesn't want to. You both love each other beyond limits or reason and bring out the best in each other. You make him happy and I've never seen him laugh so much. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. All we can do is stay strong for him and be there when he needs us. Because he WILL wake up and he will need us. Even if it's just to tell him he looks torn the fuck up and he needs to brush his teeth cause his breath smells like rotten ass"

She laid her head on my shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without him. He's my everything perfect and wonderful in this world. My heart, hopes and dreams fulfilled."

I kissed her forehead. "Don't worry about that. There's no way in hell Mike would give up. He's gonna make it just so he can bitch at you for not listening to the nurse."

She managed a faint chuckle and sat up and gingerly crawled into bed with Mike. She carefully arranged herself so she wouldn't be in the way or cause more pain.

"I love you Michael. You gotta come back to me." She whispered and closed her eyes.