Owen was in a rush, hurrying through the hospital and making all the nurses very scared of him. It was probably a bad idea that he was going to try to deliver his forthcoming child.
When he finally reached the room, he knelt beside the bed, taking Lyssa's hand in his. "Lys. I'm here Lys. Breathe, ok?" He smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to her lips.
"Look, I'm going to be your labour coach and Doctor Shields is going to deliver for you, ok?" He smiled. "Basically, he told me I'm being a prat and to be here for you, which I am."