Abby tried to hold on to Carter when he put her on the stretcher but she let go of him. She trusted that he was sane enough to put her somewhere safe so the people who were manning the stretcher must look like nice people. Personally, Abby couldn't tell which end was up. The world was blurry and spinning from her tears and the amount of pain flowing through her body at the moment.
Nurses and doctors were on either side of her but Abby just focused on holding on to Carter's hand. Her heart beat raced and she could feel blood all over her legs and clothes, as well as the sheets on the stretcher. Suddenly, Carter's hand was missing from hers and Abby tried to lean up on the stretcher to look for where he had gone. The nurses quickly pushed her back on to the stretcher and tried to comfort her. "No, I need him. I need my husband," she tried to plead with the nurses. They tried to assure her that she was in good hands though as they put an oxygen mask on her.
The pain was getting more intense and Abby tried to muffle her screams but it didn't work as well as she had planned. "Carter," she yelled out, hoping he could hear her and would come in on a white horse to save her at any minute. But he didn't. The nurses made sure that no one else came in to the room, aside from doctors. People were moving all around her and cutting off her clothes to try and gauge the problem.
And then there was an ultrasound. By that point, most of the commotion had died down. There was a nurse fixing her an IV and another draping a gown over her upper torso, with a sheet covering below her bump. As the machine loaded the image, Abby turned to look in the opposite direction. She didn't want to hear silence from the machine or see a baby laying in her abdomen, lifeless.