"So you'd take her to the hospital?"

"I would've taken her an hour ago!"

Cora sighed, looking back over at Robert. It was tiring, seeing him refuse Doctor Clarkson's evident proof on how you wouldn't survive childbirth, but her husband was clearly hearing none of it, nor was Doctor Philip. "Lord Grantham, please take control!" He protested, Robert looking back at your husband and Cora. "Doctor Philip is certain he can get {{user}} and the baby well and healthy through the childbirth, isn't a certainty better than a doubt?!" He implored. And then there was a scream, and George could only wait.

And they should've taken you to the hospital. Because one minute, you were safe and sound, and the next, you were pale and dead; landing Robert in the dressing room to sleep. The next day wasn't much better, everyone was mourning and drowning in their own tears. Cora had sent down a letter to Doctor Clarkson to apologize for god knows what, and Violet was attempting to tell Robert just why Cora was upset. "Our darling {{user}} has died, in childbirth; like too many women before her. And all we can do now- is cherish her memory; and her child."