Lost and Found

Chapter 36

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Now settled in a pre-op bed, April rubbed her pregnant stomach. She smiled when her baby kicked in response. Dear God, protect this baby... she prayed. She was going under the knife; her baby was going under the knife. She'd talked to the pastor and her mother the night before and felt sure that God would work his own work on this, and that surgery may be an unnecessary risk. But Jackson's confession this morning was unexpected. She didn't know he'd been that scared.

The latest scans, taken an hour ago, revealed that the tumor was still there. Maggie had said that it was possible for the tumor to remain the same size, and in the same location for the duration of the pregnancy. She also said it was just as possible for the tumor to grow and obstruct blood flow to the heart.

Dr. Herman and Arizona had let her know of the risks as well. The placenta could detach early, the baby could have complications. April could be at risk for eclampsia and pre-eclampsia, etc. etc.

Jackson wasn't a man of faith, however. He was a man who believed in science. In action. April knew... deep down, that if she did nothing, (although, prayer to her wasn't nothing,) And something bad happened, Jackson would be forever damaged.

So April decided on the surgery, trusting in Jackson's logic and praying God would do his work. April shifted in the uncomfortable gown and sticky sheets and leaned back to try not to think about this anymore.

"Hey," Jackson's soft voice caused her to turn away from her anxious thoughts.

"Hi," She reached and took his hand. "It's gonna be okay," she said.

"Yeah?" he asked, allowing a small smile to spread on her face.

"Yeah," she quirked a smile back at him. "I talked to Jesus. It's all good."

"Oh yeah?" He sat down on the side of her bed, his light eyes teasing as he took her hand.

She squeezed it. "Yeah," she said seriously this time. Jackson sighed, pulled her hand to his cheek and kissed it, and then kissed her belly as he caressed it. Somehow, she felt it. A miracle was going to happen today.

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Arizona secured her scrub cap tighter over her head. "Dr. Herman," Arizona leaned over the scrub sink and ran her hands under the warm water. Through the window, she saw April being wheeled in, the orderlies and the nurses setting everything up. "If it's all right with you, I'd like to take the lead on the surgery."

"Robbins," Herman tilted her head as she tied her mask on. "You're a real go-getter," Dr. Herman replied. "Or is it because of my tumor?"

Inwardly, Arizona rolled her eyes. "It's a simple C-section, with a small incision over the heart of the fetus," Arizona said, choosing not to take the bait.

"Mm," Herman replied. "Very well. But she's your friend."

"I'm prepared for the risks." Arizona responded. Much rather that baby be in her hands than Herman's at this moment, though she didn't doubt her knowledge. Just the steadiness with the scalpel.

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Jo followed Alex up the stairs when they heard shouting. "Sounds like Amber!" Alex thundered up the remainder of the steps. "Come on!" he growled.

"Alex!" Jo called from behind, "Wait!" Her gut rumbled with a bad feeling. "Let's wait for the cops, okay?" She strongly believed they shouldn't get too close right now.