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history as they worked, and he answered in single words.
    Then he was there by the stretcher, his face near hers, and she was awake again, saying “My baby!  My baby!” through breaths but in a horrifying world of her own.  He touched her cheek, but had to jerk his hand back.  She was boiling up.  She turned her face to him and met his gaze.
    “Wes,” she breathed.  “I'm sorry...our baby...”
    “It's not your fault,” he said.
    “No, I wanted...to make a baby for you,” she strained to speak, a tear formed in her eye.
    Wesley had no words.  He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find a way to say what he felt.  All he could do was gaze into her eyes, which were flaming yellow now.  She raised her head back up and gasped as if in terrible pain.  Her skin was pink.
    He touched her again; she was blazing hot.  This was a fever out of control.  Wesley was horrified as he saw her arms beginning to tremble and her chest literally, violently pounding with a powerful, rapid heartbeat.  The paramedics were a blur of chaos around her feminine form.  She was scalding hot; her breaths were coming out as vapor in the cold air, ever more rapidly.
     
    Until they stopped.
     
    “SIENNAAAAAA!” he screamed.
     
    She was in cardiac arrest.  All the paramedics' efforts to revive her were meaningless.
     
    She was dead.  The baby was gone.
     
    As he stood in the ER watching her body being rolled away on the stretcher, Wesley could not believe that his small family had been taken from him in a single night.
     
     
    St. Joseph's Medical Center
     
    “You were aware of the fetus's condition...” Doctor Richard Kingsley said, a statement, not a question.
    “It was healthy.” Wesley said, his black-ringed eyes belying the lack of sleep and tremendous stress he had endured over the night.
    “Yes, but I mean its genetic condition.”
    “Yes.”
    “Sometimes the mother's body senses that there is a problem, even if it won't show up until later in the child's life.  So it expels the fetus.  In a way, it's mother nature's way of preventing suffering.”  Doctor Kingsley sighed, “I am very sorry.”
    “I understand that, but if she had a miscarriage, where did the baby go?”
    “I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson, but, from my perspective, there is only one possible explanation.  And I know you're grieving now and it's hard.  But your wife must have disposed of the fetus,” the doctor placed a hand on Wesley's back.
    “But I told you, she didn't know where it was.  She thought it was in the bed.  She told me to look for it.”
    “She was in a state of horrible shock.”  Doctor Kingsley said quietly, “Most women who endure a miscarriage suffer denial, in the beginning.”
    “Well I checked the toilet myself, if that's what your suggesting,” Wesley's voice was testy.  “It wasn't there.”
    The physician appeared about to say something, but then sealed his lips.
    “You think she flushed it, don't you?” Wesley accused.
    “I' m terribly sorry, Mr. Peterson.”  He looked empathetic, paternal, “It was small enough.”
    “She knew what was going on, and she said it was on the bed.  She didn't start l osing consciousness until later,” Wesley said loudly.
    The doctor simply nodded sympathetically.  “I am so very sorry.  My advice is don't obsess over what happened to the fetus.  Seek some counseling.  And rest.  You need to rest.”
    Wesley was angry, he swore, “Don’t call it a fetus!”
    Doctor Kingsley stepped back, raising a brow.
    “I’m going to find out what happened to my son!” he spun around to storm away.
    Doctor Kingsley shook his head sadly as he watched Wesley go.  He called after, “I'm here if you need anything.  Please take care of yourself, Mr. Peterson!”
     
     
    Gobi Desert, Mongolia
     
    Unlike many deserts, the Gobi was cool in the summer and outright cold in the winter.  His team of students wore coats and hats as they worked.  Dealing with finger-numbing