NOTE: I've watched this show off and on for years, but only recently have I found a story line I really enjoy. I came up with this on a whim and decided to roll with it. I like to put a lot of sex, language, and violence in my stories, so expect that when you read. I'm interested in hearing what you think. Enjoy!

A New Day

Chapter 1: An Act of Kindness

"Somebody help!" screamed a young man as he rushed into the E.R., soaked from the rain pouring down outside. In his arms he carried a young woman who clung to him, scrunching her face in pain. She dripped small drops of blood on the floor with each step he took.

Several nurses rushed over and helped the woman into a wheelchair. The woman screamed and doubled over, clutching her stomach.

"There's something wrong with my baby," she said, trying to fight through the pain.

"What's your name, honey?" asked a nurse.

"Abigail De-" Abigail screamed again, unable to finish her sentence.

"How far along are you, Abigail?"

"12 weeks," she replied, her eyes welling up with tears. "It hurts..."

"I know, honey. Don't worry, everything is going to be alright," said the nurse, trying to comfort her as they wheeled her down the hallway. The young man who brought her in followed close by. "Is he the father?"

Abigail clenched her teeth together in pain and grabbed the young man's hand, gripping it tightly in her fingers, "Don't leave me, please."

"I-I won't," he told her, his bright blue eyes overcome with concern. His short-brown hair dripped water down his face and he wiped it off with his free hand. Abigail's gripped on his other hand tightened, causing his knuckles to pop from the pressure. He ignored it and turned to the nurse. "Where are you taking her?"

"To get a pelvic exam, we may have to perform a D&C."

"What does that mean?" asked Abigail, tears streaming down her face from the pain. "What are you going to do?"

"We won't know until after the pelvic exam."

"She's going to be okay though, right?' asked the young man.

"Don't worry, we're going to take good care of your wife," said the nurse, wheeling Abigail through swinging double-doors.

Abigail sat quietly in her hospital bed, staring at the wall, her eyes bloodshot from crying. The young man who brought her leaned against the windowsill, looking down at the parking lot below. He glanced up at her reflection in the glass, but look away when she took a deep breath inward.

"I'm sorry," she said in a raspy voice. He turned around to face her and realized she wasn't talking to him. He sighed as her hands lightly grasped her hospital gown, scrunching the fabric over her stomach, while a small tear fell down her cheek. The sound of the doorknob turning got their attention and they both looked up to see the doctor enter.

"Ms. Deveraux? I'm Dr. Martin, I'm the one who will be performing the D&C. Do you have any questions before we get started?"

"What happened?" asked Abigail. "Why did I lose my baby?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. It seems you lost the baby some time ago, but showed no signs miscarrying, which can sometimes happen. Your body never expelled the fetus which caused intense pain and bleeding," said Dr. Martin, giving her a sympathetic look. "This procedure will remove the fetus to keep you from getting sick."

"What did I do wrong?"

"You did nothing wrong. Miscarriages can occur even when the baby is developing normally. It's just something that happens, nature's way of saying it's not time for you to be a mother yet. You can still have children and there's no reason to believe your next pregnancy won't go smoothly."

Abigail looked down at her hands and closed her eyes. Dr. Martin placed her chart under his arm and took a deep breath.

"The procedure will only take about fifteen minutes and the recovery time is very short. Your husband should be able to take you home tonight," he told her, glancing at the young man at her bedside. "I'm very sorry for your loss."

Dr. Martin left the room and Abigail's chin began to quiver. The young man scrunched his brow and reached out to comfort her, but hesitated. He barely knew her and wasn't sure how to react to her emotional state.

"Are...are you going to be alright?" he asked, after a moment.

"This is all my fault," said Abigail, her voice cracking from the lump in her throat. "I'm a terrible person."

"This isn't your fault," he said in a soft, warm tone.

"You don't understand," she said, looking up at him. "I was having second thoughts about being a mother. Having a baby now would ruin everything I had planned for my future, not to mention their father could never fully be in their life. It knew, the baby knew what I was feeling, it had to. It thought I wouldn't love it left."

"It's natural to have second thoughts about being a mother, having a baby is a big decision. And, you're not a terrible person, or you wouldn't be so upset."

Abigail wiped a tear from her eye and crossed her arms over her stomach, "I'm sorry. I'm here laying all my problems on you and I don't even know your name."

"It's Kurt," he told her with a gentle smile. "Kurt Thompson."

"Thank you for helping me...and for staying. I know I put you in a tough situation. I just didn't know what to do. I was scared and didn't to be alone."

"Is there no one you can call? Family? Friends?"

"No, they don't even know where I am, or that I'm...was, pregnant," she told him, bowing her head. "They think I'm in Europe. The whole situation is a complete mess."

Kurt stepped toward her, putting his hands in his pockets. "What about the baby's father? Where is he?"

"On his honeymoon."

"Oh." Kurt raised his brow, her answer catching him off guard.

"You probably think I deserve this now, after getting knocked up by a man engaged to someone else," she said, looking away from him.

"I don't think that," said Kurt, grabbing a tissue from a box on the bedside table. He held it out for her to wipe her eyes. "No one should have to go through this."

The door to the room opened and a nurse stepped in, ready to take Abigail away, "We're ready for you, hon."

"Okay," said Abigail, taking a deep breath. She turned to look at Kurt with puffy eyes. "You can go if you want, I'm sure you have better things to do than to look after a stranger."

"Actually, I don't," he said, giving her a kind smile. "I'll be her to keep you company when you get back. I won't leave you alone."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll be over before you know it," said the nurse, wheeling her bed out of the room. Abigail looked at Kurt and he gave her a reaffirming nod.

"Keep your chin up."

An hour later, Kurt walked down the hall toward Abigail's room holding two cups of hot cocoa. After she'd returned from her procedure, he'd asked if her if she needed anything. She said she wanted something to help soothe her throat, it being raw from crying so hard. Kurt smiled at a nurse behind the nurse's station before walking into her room to find it empty.

"Excuse me," he asked a nurse. "Where did the woman in room 203 go?"

"She signed some paperwork and left," the nurse replied. "She left this for you."

The nurse handed him a piece of paper with a note on it, along with a small amount of money.


It's nice to know that one can still rely on the kindness of a stranger. I don't know what I would've done had you not been there. I don't want to burden you with my problems and I've already taken up enough of your time. Just know that I am forever grateful for your help, I just wish we could've met on different circumstances.

Here's some money for your trouble. It's not much, but it's all I have.


NOTE: I know we're still uncertain about Abigail's situation, but seeing as this is fanfiction, I decided to go with the 'what if' factor.