Fred's Story

By Daphne Hime-Sama

Prologue: A Tragic Birth

July 22, 1953…

"She's been shot!" A doctor shouted. He and some paramedics were wheeling in a bleeding woman who was shot in the chest.

"And she's pregnant!" Another shouted.

 The woman was Laura Jones, nine months pregnant with her second child. She was shot during an attempted robbery, trying to protect her other child and husband.

"Hold on Laura!" Her husband shouted. He raced after the gurney, but a doctor stopped him.

"You must wait here!" The doctor said.

"But my wife needs me!" The husband shouted trying to get past the doctor.

"I understand how you must feel," The doctor said. "But right now she can't have any visitors, even her husband, because of the severity of it all. The good news is that me might be able to save the baby but." The doctor stopped in mid sentence.

"But what?" The husband asked, though afraid to hear the heartbreaking, but enviable answer.

"You're wife may not make it. I'm sorry. I truly wish there was something we could do."

Mr. Jones sank down in a waiting room chair. His four-year-old son Anthony shed a tear.

"Is mommy going to be okay?" He asked, with as much worry a kid his age could show.

The father gave no answer…

About an hour later, there was a siren like cry as Fredrick Michael Jones was born into the world. But his mother was unable to see the blessed event, for she died a minute later.

A/N: Well, this is the prologue to my Fred life story. I really don't know that much about medicine and all that so I'm unsure weather or not the baby could survive while the mother are wounded. But this is just fiction, not based on fact at all. ^_^'