Abby kept sobbing, even though Carter was trying to keep her calm. Her heart was racing and her cheeks (and Carter's chest) were soaked in tears. "He," Abby choked on the words as she tried to form a sentence. "He-- he stopped moving." She didn't know that their baby was a boy but at the moment it was easier to give the baby a gender than to try and get out 'the baby.'
In about ten minutes, they finally made it to the hospital. There were all sorts of people waiting for them when they pulled up - doctors, nurses, aides, and of course, assholes with cameras. When they heard Abby screaming from inside the car, they bolted over and pulled open the door. Abby clung to Carter despite the people trying to get her out of the car and onto a stretcher or into a wheelchair, which were both waiting for her to be loaded in. She didn't want to face the facts and get checked out by these people, even if they meant well. They were going to tell her that her baby was dead and that it was awful and that they couldn't imagine the pain she was in and -- no. Abby refused to let get of Carter as she still sobbed into the crook of his neck.