Revised first paragraph (would you want to read this)

“I’m sorry” she cried lying half-conscious in the cold, sterile, hospital bed. Tony, placed his warm hand on her face. “Shhh. Shhh.” he whispered softly in her ear. “It’s ok. Everything is going to be ok. We’re going to be ok”. His normally soothing voice was failing to calm her. Ali’s face was blotchy and red. Her eyes swollen from crying. Embarrassed she had been caught. Devastated at her condition. He placed his hand on her thumping belly, “He’s still mine… isn’t he?” he tried to smile, but only made her feel worse. “No, NO! I could never do that to you, ever.” she said sobbing. Suddenly her breathing slowed, and her head tipped to the side. Eyes closed. “Ali?” no response. “ALI?!” silence. “SOMEBODY HELP!” he cried out. “Please somebody help!” voice cracking. His shaky voice echoed through the unusually understaffed halls. Finally a storm of doctors and nurses rushed in. one gestured a nurse to remove Tony from the room. And pulled the curtain around his dear Alison. “ALI! PLEASE! WAKE UP!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” he pleaded, almost begging. And before he knew it. He was all alone in the hall… door shut. Silence. He drops his head into his hands and thinks “why didn’t I stop this? What could I have done”