Chapter Sixteen

Several hours after they had arrived at the hospital, Jin found himself sitting next to his wife, who was lying in a hospital bed. Her hair was sticking to her forehead with sweat and she her body was tangled in a stiff cotton hospital sheet. Jin was wiping her forehead with a wet cloth and kept stroking her head.

"Oh!" Xiaoyu moaned as another contraction swept over her tired body. She grabbed Jin's hand and closed her eyes tightly until it had passed.

Jin felt sick. 'All of this is entirely my fault,' he thought. 'I'm the one that put her through all of this pain.'

"Jin?" her voice was weak.

"Yes, baby?" he asked.

"How much time was between that contraction and the last one?" she whispered, desperate for them to end.

"About two minutes," Jin said as he began to wipe her forehead with another wet rag. "Should I call to the nurse?"

Xiaoyu nodded her head. Jin stood up slowly and walked to the doorway. He put his hand on the doorknob and began to turn it.

"Jin!" Xiaoyu called. Her voice was full of pain.

Rushing back to her, Jin held her hand as another contraction began. This time, tears formed in her eyes and she looked up at Jin, her eyes pleading with him.

"Baby," Jin whispered. He kissed her forehead and held her hand in his. "This will all be over soon."

He walked to the door and stepped outside. There weren't many people waiting for the good news; just his grandfather and Xiaoyu's uncle. "Someone go get a nurse and a doctor," Jin demanded.

Heihachi turned his back to his grandson and began to stroll leisurely down the hallway towards the nurse's station.

"Hurry!" Jin yelled. He turned around and walked back into the room.

Xiaoyu was uncomfortable, Jin could tell. He walked over to her quickly and sat down in his chair again. Wiping more sweat from her forehead, Jin smiled down at his wife weakly.

"They'll be here soon," he whispered.

Xiaoyu closed her eyes. "How soon?"

As though they had read her mind, two nurses walked into the room followed by a doctor. The first nurse held the door open for the second, who was pushing a large cart. The doctor followed both of them inside and sat down on a rolling stool in the room.

"Let's have a look," she said, smiling at Xiaoyu. One of the nurses raised Xiaoyu's head up so that she was sitting and the doctor pulled out stirrups for Xiaoyu to put her feet in. "Feet in, honey!"

Jin watched his wife obey. She looked so tired. He wiped the sweat off of her forehead and took her hand in his.

"Alright," the doctor looked at one of the nurses. "We're ready to deliver."

Xiaoyu's face brightened. She didn't look so hopeless anymore. It put Jin at ease and made a lot of his nervousness disappear.

"OK, sweetie," the doctor said. "We're going to wait for another contraction. Then, on the count of three, I'm going to need you to give me a big push."

The doctor reached her hands under the sheet and everyone was silent. Time seemed to stand still in those few moments. The room seemed to be frozen, as though a picture had been taken.

Xiaoyu let out a small gasp as another contraction began. She took Jin's hand in hers and gave him a quick look of panic.

"Yes, honey!" the doctor started. "One, two, three, big push!"

Jin clenched his teeth to keep from calling out as Xiaoyu began to squeeze his hand in her tiny fist. She drew in a deep breath and began to push again with the next contraction. All the while, her face grew more and more pale and her breaths grew shorter and shorter.

"That's it, baby," Jin whispered.

"One more big push and you'll be all done!" the doctor called.

Xiaoyu looked up at her husband. There was a look in her eyes that Jin couldn't explain. Was it helplessness? Excitement? Fear?

All of a sudden, the doctor held up a beautiful little baby. There was no sound. Was something wrong? Why wouldn't their baby cry? The child let out a small cough; a sigh of relief escaped Jin.

The nurse began to carry Jin's baby away. He was confused. Where were they going with his child? The doctor remained with Xiaoyu, finishing things up.

"Wait!" Jin called. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A girl," the nurse smiled at the new father.

Jin followed her and watched as she began to wash his little girl off and clean her up. Cautiously, Jin touched her tiny hand. He counted five little fingers and five little toes on each hand and foot. She was beautiful; his baby girl.

"She's perfect, Xiaoyu," he told his wife. "She looks just like her mama!"

The nurse wrapped their daughter up in a pink blanket. She held the baby out to Jin but he wouldn't hold her; not yet.

"No," he said. "Her mother should hold her first."

"She's bleeding," panic sounded in the doctor's voice. "Get him out of here!"

The nurse shoved the baby into Jin's arms and led him to the door. "I'm sorry, sir. But the doctor needs to help your wife. You'll have to leave," she said to him, softly.

"That's my wife!" Jin yelled. "And I'll stay with her!"

"No!" the doctor exclaimed. "Get him out of here."

"Sir," the nurse began. "You need to leave. Your wife is losing blood and we can't have you in here any longer."

"M-my wife-" Jin stammered.

"We're losing her," the doctor said as the nurse ran over to her.

Jin followed her. He looked down at his wife's pale features. She gave him a weak smile. Her breathing was weak.

"I-I," she struggled to say.

"Shh," Jin whispered. "Save your strength."

Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "I love you," she managed.

"I love you, too, baby," Jin whispered. "But you're going to be alright."

"I want to see her," Xiaoyu whispered.

He held their baby closer to his wife so that she could see her daughter; so she could look into her beautiful eyes and see their child for the first time. Jin watched the smile form on Xiaoyu's face as looked at the perfect baby in front of her.

"She's just like I always dreamed she would be," Xiaoyu whispered. "Absolutely perfect."

"Just like her mama," Jin murmured as he tried to fight back tears.

"Jin," Xiaoyu gasped. Her face was so pale and she was shivering uncontrollably. "I don't want to go. I'm so scared."

Jin was crying openly, now. "I don't want you to go, either," he sobbed. "I love you. We need you."

But she never answered. The line on heart monitor went flat and a long, loud, beep was all that could be heard. The two nurses pulled Jin away from his wife's bedside and toward the door but his eyes never left Xiaoyu.

He found himself outside of the room, staring at a closed door. He heard his daughter begin to cry for the first time. Jin turned to face his grandfather and Xiaoyu's uncle, who were standing in front of him, and leaned against the door.

His own tears spilled down his cheeks and he buried his face in the softness of his daughter's tiny body. He slid down until he was sitting on the floor, crying into his daughter's blanket.

There was complete silence; save for the sobbing of a man and his newborn baby. No one moved.

"She's gone," he managed in between sobs.

Heihachi knelt down to look into his grandson's eyes. There were tears spilling down the old man's cheeks as he remembered the death of his own wife. He placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder and pulled him into a hug; the first sign of affection he had ever shown towards the boy.

"Jin," Wang's voice called sternly from across the hallway. "You've got a baby that needs you. Now, pull yourself together!"

"He's right," Heihachi whispered. "Your daughter is going to need the love and attention of a father; something that only you can give."

"But I can't do it alone," Jin protested. "I wasn't supposed to…"

"You don't have to," Wang replied.

"We're her family, too," Heihachi whispered.

Jin looked down into his daughter's eyes. She had stopped crying and was snuggled, comfortably, against his chest. She had her mother's soft brown hair scattered across her tiny head, her eyes were the deep brown of her mother's, and she had the tiny appearance of the woman Jin had loved so much.

He smiled down at the infant in his arms and began to rock her to sleep. Sleepily, she closed her eyes. Jin swore that she had a smile on her face.

"Hello, Hikaru," Jin whispered to the tiny child in his arms. "I'm your daddy."


Author's Note: Alright, I figure it's about time that I wrote one of these! Firstly, I want to apologize to all of you Xiaoyu fans out there. She's one of my favorite characters, too, so it was really hard to have to end it this way. I think that it is important to write emotional stories sometimes; even if the ending isn't a happy one. Well, if you'd like to hear more about Jin and Hikki, please review!

I'd really like to know what you all think of this. I know the end is a little harsh, but I warned you that it would be dark near the end.