[ WP ] An exploration of the butterfly effect : write a dramatic scene . Then , choose one tiny detail to change in the initial set-up , and play the scene out again . How drastically have things changed ?

I was sitting on the couch watching the game. I could feel myself starting to doze off when I heard Claire's voice. 
 
 `` I need help'' she said calmly. 
 `` Help with what honey? Thought you were in bed?'' I sat up, brushed the popcorn crumbs off my chest and turned to look at her. Claire was standing in the doorway in her nightdress. She was pale and her face expressionless. Blood was running down her legs. Our Baby! 
 
 I dragged her to the car. She was already slipping in and out of conciousness. I called the hospital and told them I was coming. They asked me to stay put and wait for an ambulance. 
 
 `` No!'' I screamed into the phone, `` we live two streets away, I'm almost there!'' 
 
 The tires screamed as I pulled into the ambulance bay. A paramedic team were already waiting for us. They bundled up Claire on a trolley and ran her into the building. 
 
 Then the waiting began. My parents arrived, then her parents did. I paced up and down the waiting room for what seemed like hours. Eventually a nurse approached. I practically ran to meet her. 
 
 `` Claire and the baby have stabilised Mr Sayer. You ca n't see Claire yet though, but she'll be fine'' she said with a smile. 
 
 `` The b... baby....'' I stuttered. 
 
 `` Time to meet your daughter Sean'' 
 
 
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 I wake up and the TV comes into focus. How long was I out. Not long by the looks of it, maybe ten minutes. Just long enough to miss the end of the game. It was a good one too. 
 
 They're running through the post game talk. Shit! How did I fall asleep during this. I'd been looking forward to this game all week. Oh well no point in crying over spilt milk. 
 
 I flip around stations for a while. Kill Bill? have n't seen this in a while and it's just started. I settle in. After an hour or so I stand up to go for a toilet break. I walka round and the couch and I trip over something. I crash to the ground. 
 
 There's blood everywhere. What the hell is going on? It's Claire. She's on her side, motionless. So much blood. I shake her, 
 `` Claire, wake up. Claire, CLAIRE!!'' 
 She wont move. She's cold too. I put my ear to her mouth. She's not breathing. 

