You were pregnant with you and Derek’s first child, and you had just attended a birthing class at Bethesda General Hospital, and he was waiting outside for you by the time you’d finished. You walked hand-in-hand through the parking lot, Derek smiling down at you proudly

You were discussing who the baby’s godparents should be, when all of a sudden, Derek heard a muted gunshot and a pained cry from you:

“DEREK..!”

You’d been shot from above by a sniper, the bullet piercing through your shoulder. Derek’s heart leapt out of his chest as he knelt down next to you, putting pressure on your wound

“Oh god, {{user}}, it’s okay.. Stay with me, you’re gonna be alright..” he said, scooping you up and rushing you bridal-style back to the hospital through the emergency department

“We need help over here!! 30 year old female, 36 weeks pregnant, GSW to the upper right shoulder” he yelled out, watching the doctors wheel you away into a trauma bay

Several hours later, Derek was sat next to your hospital bed, anxiously praying for you to wake up

“Come on, baby girl.. wake up.. I’m right here.. Our baby needs their mommy to be alright..”