A/N: This is a re-write of the September 1986 episode 'End of the curse'. So basically it's what I think should have happened.
After Blanche arrives home from the doctor's office(the answer is different than the actual episode): The girls are in the living room waiting for her.
"So what did the doctor say?" Dorothy asks.
"I'm tired. I think I'm just going to go to bed, I'll tell you girls all about it in the morning," Blanche says in her usual southern accent. She passes through the living room, and into the hallway. The other three women just watch her walk down the hall until she emerges into her room, and carefully shuts the door behind her.
In the living room the women just stare at each other for a few seconds before speaking.
"I don't think we should worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing. I'm sure we were right, she probably just needs time to process," Dorothy suggests.
"I'm sure you're right Dorothy,"
Mean while in Blanche's room: Blanche is lying on her bed with the lights off silently allowing floods of tears roll down her cheeks. She can't help but wonder how this happened? And at her age. This was sure going to be an experience. She was so confused and unsure, about nearly everything. This was absolutely crazy, insane even. She wasn't sure she could do it. She hoped to hell she would do the right thing, the best thing, but in this day and age how could she be sure. Everything was about to change no matter what she did. But she knew that she controlled what kind of a change it would be. Anything she did, or said, or thought could change everything in a heartbeat. Finally late into the night she drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up there was sun brightly shining on her face. She got up closed the curtains, and crawled underneath her covers. When she woke up a second time her clock said 12 P.M. She gets up, goes to take a shower, gets dressed, and slips out of the house before anyone notices she's gone. A short time later she finds herself sitting on a park bench trying to clear her head. A noise grabs her attention. She hears a small child crying not so far in the distance. She turns and sees a little girl holding her knee and crying. The little girl's mother walks up to her and soothes her. Blanche thinks of when her kids would get hurt, and what a comfort it was for her to ease their pain. From most perspectives she didn't seem like the motherly type, but truth was she was a great mother. She wasn't sure, but as she was leaving the park she thought to herself that she had figured it out. She knew what she was going to do. She had reached a decision. She ran some errands, and by the time she got home it was dark, and Sophia, Rose, and Dorothy were gathered around the kitchen table eating a cheese cake. Blanche comes into the kitchen through the garage, and sets a few brown paper bags on the island. The three other women just stare at her.
"What?" Blanche shrieks.
"Where have you been all day?" Dorothy asks.
"You had us worried," Sophia adds.
"I was just running errands,"
"What's in the bag?" Rose wonders curiously.
"Some cookies, and chips, and junk,"
"Pass it over," Dorothy requests.
Blanche walks over and sits the brown bag next to the cheese cake. She pulls up a chair and takes a seat.
"So Blanche are you going to tell us about what the doctor said?" Rose asks dumbly.
"He said I was fine,"
"But..." Rose starts, but Dorothy cuts her off.
"I thought there was something wrong with you,"
"No, there's nothing wrong with me," Blanche puts and emphasis on wrong implying the doctor had told her something, but she didn't think it was serious, or it wasn't a bad thing.
"She means is there something going on with you?" Rose adds.
"Rose is trying to ask you if you're going through the change," Sophia says bluntly.
"No," Blanche says shaking her head, and chuckling slightly.
"So if there's nothing wrong with you why didn't you want to talk about it last night?" Dorothy probes.
"I just had some things to sort out,"
"What do you mean sort out? Because of what the doctor said?" Dorothy continues.
"I just had some things I needed to think about,"
"Because of what the doctor said?" Dorothy asks again.
"Yes,"
"Blanche are you sick? Is it something life threatening?" Sophia wonders in deep concern.
"No, I'm not fine. And I'm not going to die. Well I mean eventually I will, but everyone does. But no I don't have a life threatening disease,"
"Then I don't understand why you couldn't tell us this much last night," Dorothy gesticulates.
"Is there something you aren't telling us?" Rose quizzes in a moment of wiseness.
"Of course there is, or she would have just told us there wasn't anything going on, last night," Sophia adds to the argument.
"You know what, I thought I could tell you guys. But I just I can't, not right now," Blanche cries as she runs out of the kitchen. They follow her. She locks herself in the bathroom, and sits against the door crying. She feels sick, but not for the reason she's supposed to. She can feel knots in her stomach, she's too nervous, to say a word.
"Blanche stop with this nonsense. Open this door right now," Sophia demands.
"Not unless Dorothy, and Rose leave, you can come in,"
"Ok," Sophia agrees as she shoes the other two.
Blanche lets Sophia in. Sophia sits on the lid of the toilet.
"Blanche come on tell me what's bothering you. You'll feel better,"
"No I won't,"
"Blanche it's ok, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone,"
"Define anyone," Blanche asks as she wipes away some tears. There are mascara stains on her face when Sophia answers.
"No one outside this house will hear about it,"
"You can't tell Dorothy, and Rose,"
"Why not? Don't you think they deserve to know? They're your friends. They'll help you with whatever's going on,"
"I guess, but please just wait until I'm asleep to tell them. I'd rather deal with them in the morning,"
"Ok,"
"No I can't,"
"Blanche just say what you want to tell me. I won't laugh I promise," Sophia tries to lighten the mood.
"I...," she swallows hard, and then begins again, "I'm pregnant,"
"Blanche you're 50,"
"I know," Blanche throws back. "I'm 50. I'm fully grown, and I have no clue what I'm supposed to do,"
"It's going to be ok,"
"I can't do this. I just can," Blanche begins to hyperventilate.
"Blanche calm down," Sophia begs. But before she can say more Blanche has passed out.
The following morning: Blanche wakes up in the hospital with tubes, and monitors everywhere. She sees Sophia asleep in a chair next to her, Dorothy, and Rose are no where in sight. Blanche takes her oxygen mask off, and wakes Sophia up.
"Sophia," she whispers.
Sophia opens her eyes and then immediately goes to Blanche.
"Am I... Is..." Blanche questions breathing deeply.
"Everything is fine. They just want to keep you here for about a week to be on the safe side,"
"Where..."
"I wouldn't let them come in. They're asleep in the waiting room,"Sophia answers before Blanche can finish.
"Will you go get them?"
"Why don't we hold off a little while,"
"Why?"
"I think you need some time to process," Sophia predicts as she hands Blanche a glossy, black and white ,– grey– piece of paper. It's square, and about a fourth the size of a normal picture. Blanche just looks at it. Then at Sophia. There are no words needed. Blanche thanks Sophia with a glance, and Sophia acknowledges it with a simple smile.