At the hospital, doctors rushed {{user}} into emergency surgery. Miguel, his heart in his throat, stood in the waiting room, alone, with his guilt and his fear.

The rain continued to fall outside, as if the entire world was crying with him. After what seemed like an eternity, a doctor came out of the operating room and began calling his name. Miguel jumped up, desperately searching her face for any sign of hope.

"I'm her husband, please, how is she, how is the baby? Are they okay?"