Nick: Honey, the woman donated her eggs. If–if she’s that charitable so that a couple she doesn’t even know can have a child, I don’t know why she wouldn’t do this.
Taylor: (Scoffs) donating bone marrow is no picnic.
Nick: It may turn out we don’t even need her. Now they’re testing me. They’re running it right now. Chances are, I’ll be the donor. No problem. (Door opens)
Man: I don’t mean to interrupt.
Nick: You got word from the lab?
Man: That’s why I’m here.
Nick: Did I get a green light?
Man: Mr. Marone, uh, I’m afraid we can’t use your marrow.
Taylor: Why not?
Nick: I’m one of the parents. Shouldn’t I be some sort of a match, a half-match, whatever you want to call it?
Man: Unfortunately, your blood work reveals that you have C.M.V.– Cytomegalovirus. It’s something many people carry without even realizing it. It’s not active. It’s not dangerous to you, but to a newborn with no immune system… I’m so sorry to give you this news.
Taylor: So the– the egg donor is our only hope? (Sobbing) what if she doesn’t want to? I haven’t even gotten to hold the baby.
Taylor: I want to go see the baby! He could die. He could die, nick.
Taylor: No, I don’t want to talk to you!
Nick: Hey. Hey. Hey. Sit down. Shh. Okay.
Taylor: I want to see to see dr. Caron. I don’t want him in here! I want to see dr. Caron! There’s something else they can do. There’s something else they can do.
Nick: Calm down.
Taylor: What if she doesn’t want to help us? What if she doesn’t care if our baby is sick?
Nick: Calm down.
Nurse: Just lie back, mrs. Marone, please. Shh.
Taylor: No, she’s already done her part.
Nick: Shh. Okay, calm down.
Taylor: What if she’s moved? What if we can’t find her?
Nick: I will get all of the answers we need, okay?
Woman: Are you mr. Marone?
Woman: Dr. Caron sent me.
Nick: Did you get ahold of the donor?
Woman: Yes. She’s agreed to help.
Nick: Did you hear that?
Taylor: Thank god!
Nick: Is she local?
Woman: Dr. Caron’s on the phone with her now. She’s–
Nick: Okay, will you please fill my wife in on the details? Thank you. I’ll be back.
Taylor: You’re leaving?
Nick: I just to make sure everything runs smoothly. Will you look after her? Thank you.
Taylor: Nick. Nick…
Nick: The quickest way to the fertility lab?
Taylor: So the donor’s an intern? Here?
Dr. Caron: Yeah. She’s on her way to the lab now so they can verify that she can be a donor.
Taylor: Well, can I talk to her? I would really like to meet her. I-I just want to thank her.
Dr. Caron: That might not be possible, taylor. You all agreed to confidentiality. She might want to remain anonymous.
Nick: I need an answer, bridget. Is your mother the donor, or not?
Bridget: I’m so sorry, nick. The egg came from my mother.
Bridget: The test I ran just confirmed it.
Nick: There’s no chance of a mistake? None?
Nick: How did this happen? What am I gonna tell taylor?
Bridget: Nick, please, listen to me. Taylor just had a baby. She’s in no condition to try to wrap her mind around this.
Nick: Yeah. (Sighs) well, now that we know the truth, we need to get your mother over here as soon as possible.
Bridget: My mother? Why now? No, nick.
Nick: My son has S.C.I.D.S, and he needs a bone marrow transplant immediately, or he could die.
Bridget: Oh, god.
Nick: I need your mother now.
Nick: Bridget, wait, wait. Before you call your mother, you should know that caron got ahold of the woman that we thought donated the egg, and she agreed to help.
Bridget: Well, only it won’t help. She’s not the biological mother. He needs marrow harvested from one of his parents. I’ll track down dr. Caron, and I’ll call mom on the way.
Nick: Hurry, will ya?
Brooke: Okay. (Exhales deeply) hello?
Bridget: Oh, mom, I’m so glad that you’re there.
Brooke: Bridget, what’s going on?
Bridget: I’m–I’m at the hospital. I need you to come down here right away alone.
Brooke: Why? What’s this about?
Bridget: I’ll explain when you get here. Just meet on the fourth floor. And please, mom, I-I need you. It’s nothing to worry about, but I need you right away.
Brooke: Okay, yes, yes. I’m on my way. (Sighs) gotta get to the hospital. Something’s going on with bridget. She needs me.
Ridge: When thomas called, he said everything was fine.
Brooke: I don’t think it has anything to do with taylor or the baby. S-s-something else is going on. It sounded urgent.
Ridge: You want me to drive you?
Brooke: No, no, that’s okay. You stay here… (sighs) and don’t you dare leave. I’ll be back as soon as I can.
Taylor: Can I at least see the baby?
Nurse: He’s in isolation now being prepped for the transplant.
Taylor: Where is my husband? He’s been gone a long time. He should be back here by now. Or is there something going on I don’t know about?
Nurse: Mrs. Marone…
Taylor: Is there something you’re not telling me?
Nurse: You’re exhausted.
Taylor: No! Answer my question. I don’t need this.
Nurse: You know everything I know. That’s a promise.
Nurse: These procedures take time. We won’t have answers for hours yet. Everything that can be done for your child is being done.
Nurse: Why don’t I ask the doctor if there’s something she can give you to help you relax a bit?
Brooke: Hi, excuse me, have you seen bridget?
Woman: Bridget forrester?
Brooke: You don’t– you don’t know where she is? Oh, just– hi.
Brooke: Bridget called me.
Doctor: Coming through.
Brooke: She said it was important. It is your baby?
Nick: Over here. We’re meeting her over here. Come here.
Brooke: (Sighs) nick, please tell me, is it your child? I-I-I mean, I know there was a rough delivery, but has there been a complication?
Nick: Uh, yeah. Something’s happened. There’s something about my boy– something you need to know.
Bridget: Hey. I was able to stop things. They were still running some tests. But I apprised dr. Caron of the situation, and her team is standing by.
Brooke: (Scoffs) will one of you please tell me what’s going on here?
Bridget: Oh. (Sighs) nick’s baby was born with a genetic defect. It’s called S.C.I.D.S– severe combined immunodeficiency.
Bridget: Um, yeah, it’s–it’s where the baby is born with virtually no immune system. And if he, um, gets a cold or a little bug, he could die.
Brooke: Oh, my god. I’m so sorry. (Sighs) is there anything that–that can be done? Is–is there a cure?
Bridget: We can treat it with a bone marrow transplant. It has to be from one of the biological parents.
Brooke: Well, that’s good news, right?
Nick: It’s very good news.
Brooke: Okay. (Laughs nervously) I’m kind of confused. Shouldn’t you be with the donor mother right now? What does this have to do with me?
Nick: It has everything to do with you, brooke, everything.