When Feyre came to, she realized two things: she was no longer laying on the living room floor, soaked in her own blood and that it was pitch black outside so it must mean it was the middle of the night. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands. She glanced around the room and took in the dark figure that sat in the chair. "Rhys?" She called out.

Rhys' eyes snapped open and looked at her. Feyre saw how tired he was, not just physically, but emotionally. The stubble that now lined his jaw was only futher proof that things had not been okay lately. "Oh, my sweet Feyre. I'm here; you're okay now." He walked over to the side of her bed and sat down right next to her, pulling her in tightly. Rhys kissed the top of her head and mumbled something she couldn't quite hear. A silent prayer maybe.

Feyre pulled away to look him in the eye. "What happened to me? How long was I out for? Why didn't anyone wake me up sooner?" She looked in his eyes and got the sense that something bad had happened. Rhys held her hands as he said, "Feyre...You're in the hospital. You've been asleep for the past week, fighting for your life. The lining of your uterus had been tearing for weeks with the massive strains our baby had been placing on it, and I guess your body couldn't take it anymore." At the mentin of her baby, she looked down to find her stomach was significantly less swollen. Feyre's eyes darted to Rhys in a silent question. Before she started freaking out he quickly added, "Before you freak, our baby boy is perfectly fine and healthy. Mor has been with him almost every day, watching over him while I've been here with you."

Feyre looked away, blinking back the tears that were now threating to fall. "I'm sorry I've frightened you so much. Can I see my baby? I need to hold him." Rhys looked at his mate and gave her a smile that touched his eyes. "Of course you can but in about thirty minutes. Mor is halfway across the city right now and I've only just sent for her." Feyre sighed a sigh of happy relief and laid back against the hospital standard pillows that happened to be a little to hard for her liking.

"Please, tell me what happened." She said softly. Rhys stood up and walked to the window to look at the skyline of his wonderful city. "The day you passed out, to put it lightly, I winnowed us to the hospital where Madja was waiting for you. She laid you on the table and yelled at me to get out. I refused to leave you, lest you leave me without telling me goodbye. It was only when Cassian walked in and hugged me so fiercely that I allowed him to drag me into the waiting room. I don't think I was breathing for several minutes." Rhys sighed deeply, took a breath and started again. "After Madja was done, she came to get us and told us that you were alive, but barely breathing. She took Cassian, Mor and I to our son's room first. Mor refused to leave his side, lest anything happen to him. Cassian took one look at him and told me he needed to be alone in that moment, so I didn't stop him. How could I? You were his best friend and you were dying.

"Madja led me to your room right down the hall and it took me awhile to work up the courage to walk in. In my head, I kept going over all of the things that I was going to say to you, how you'd probably laugh when you knew how concerned I was. You'd probably call me an overbearing Illyrian." Feyre let out a small sound and covered her mouth to protect from any other sounds that might escape. Rhys, still standing by the window, turned away and wiped at his eyes. "When I walked in, I saw all of the tubes and IV's that were going in and out of you and I broke down. I don't think I've ever cried harder." Rhys' voice started to crack as he said, "In the back of my head, I heard Madja saying you were barely alive but it didn't fully registar until I saw how hard you were fighting to live." Rhys stepped away from the window and sat down next to her again. He was playing with the her wedding ring and a pang of sadness went through her heart. "Madja told me you may not survive the night, and the way you looked in that moment, I honestly believed it. But you did, because you're a fighter."

Rhys slipped the ring back on her finger. Gripping tightly, she kissed the back of his hand. He sighed again, looking up, trying to keep the tears from running, from rolling down his face. "Two nights later, when I had kissed you goodnight and sat back on my cot to fall asleep, the machine keeping you alive started beeping rapidly. Every ounce of tiredness escaped my body. Madja rushed in with several other nurses and wheeled you away. I ran after them but Cassian stopped me in my tracks. In the span of two weeks I was going to lose you again and I just needed to say goodbye, but Cassian wouldn't let me. Instead, he led me to our son's room. I stayed with him for the next six hours while you were in surgery."

Feyre wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled him in tightly, silently rocking back and forth in the dimmly lit room. The whole time he was telling her her story, she didn't account for the mental and emotional toll it would take on him. "And she told me that she wasn't quite sure what had happened but that were fine and stable and you were going to live. And so you survived the night and now here we are."

Feyre met his eyes, tired and failed to hold her tears back. She opened her mouth but the words seemed to have evaded her. "I-" She tried. "I am so sorry you went through that alone. But I'm here now and you're not going to lose me ever again I swear." She breathed.

Mor walked in holding their little boy in her arms, smiling. "Here he is! The star of the show!" She exclaimed. Mor walked over to Feyre's side of the bed and placed the baby in her arms. Feyre was wiping her eyes and laughing when she mumbled her thanks. "What are you going to name him?" Mor whispered. Feyre looked and Rhysand and said, "Welcome to the world my sweet Sebastian."