A/N: I forgot to mention that I started writing this back in January.

Talia, Sarah, and Layla's apartment:

Back at the apartment she shared with Sarah and Layla, Talia laid on her bed crying. She wished that last night with Antonio and Jamie lasted forever. Sarah and Layla decided to let her have some time alone. Slowly, she cried herself to sleep.

Bo knocked on their apartment door. Sarah answered it. "Hi, Uncle Bo." She greeted, cheerfully.

"Hi, Sarah, is Talia around?" he asked. He was not happy about the news he was about to give her.

Sarah lead him in. "Sleeping, I hope." She said.

"Well, she needs to wake up. Something's happened." He said, solemnly.

"Oh, no, not Antonio." Layla whispered. She was sitting on the couch.

"No, not Antonio." He assured her. "Please go get her." Sarah walked to Talia's room.

Bo and Layla remained in the living room. "Bo, what's wrong?" Talia asked as she and Sarah emerged from her bedroom.

"You might want to sit down, Talia" Bo offered.

Talia knew by instinct and by her training as a cop, that being told to sit meant bad news. "Just tell me what's wrong." She ordered.

He sighed and began to speak. "There's been an accident in New York. Your mother and father have been killed. Your sister is injured, but she'll be okay."

Talia's knees gave out. Bo and Sarah caught her before she hit the ground. She cried on Sarah's shoulder. Layla walked over and rested her head on Talia's arm. She broke from their hold and looked at Bo. "What hospital is Emma at?"

"Johnston Memorial" He answered.

"Okay, I'm heading out." She turned to go to her room, but Sarah grabbed her arm.

"You're not going alone." She said, firmly.

"We're going with you. You don't have to go through this alone." Layla said.

Johnston Memorial:

The pediatric ward of the hospital was on the 16th floor. The drive to New York felt like forever, but it didn't seem nearly as long as the elevator ride up. The last time Talia saw her sister was over a year ago. They went down to ground zero for the annual Reading of the Names on September 11th. They both cried. 9/11 was always an emotional day for them and countless others. They finally got to the 16th floor and went to find the nurses station. They found it not to far from the elevator. A nurse was sitting there writing on a patient's chart. "Excuse me." Talia began. "I'm looking for my sister, Emma Sahid."

"Room 1630." The nurse said, without looking up.

"Which would be which way?" Layla asked, annoyed. The least she could do was acknowledge them by looking up.

The nurse pointed left, still, without looking up.

They go left and found room 1630 after a couple minutes. They entered the room to see a teenage girl sitting on the bed. She looked a lot like Talia, except her hair was a little bit lighter. "Hi, Talia." She greeted, blankly.

"Hi, Em, how are you feeling?" she asked as she sat next to her on the bed.

"Just a bump on the head." She responded, while resting her head on her sister's arm.

"And otherwise?"

"I'll live." She answered. The fact that her parents were dead hadn't sunk in at that point. She looked to Sarah and Layla. "Who are you?" she asked, bluntly.

Sarah stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Sarah Roberts and this is Layla Williamson."

"We're Talia's roommates." Layla cut in.

"Oh, hi." She looked back to Talia. "Can I get outta here?"

Talia laughed. "When the doctor clears you." Suddenly, she started to feel sick to her stomach. "I'll be right back." She ran to the bathroom, which was next to Emma's bed.

They could hear her throwing up. "Tal, you okay?" Layla asked, knocking on the door.

"Yea." She answered, but immediately started puking, again.

A doctor entered the room. "Which one of these ladies is your sister, Emma." He asked, referring to Sarah and Layla.

"Neither." Layla answered.

"Yea, her sister is in the bathroom, puking." Sarah spoke up, pointing at the bathroom door.

All four people looked towards the bathroom. They could still her Talia. Finally, she came out. "Okay, I feel better now, I think."

"Why don't we make sure of that." The doctor ordered.

"Doc, I'm fine." She said, firmly.

"Humor me."

Talia rolled her eyes, then slowly followed. Sarah, Layla, and Emma watched her go, laughing. Sarah and Layla sat on the bed with Emma. They could tell she wasn't shy. They saw a lot of Talia in her. They began talking. Emma told them about herself. She liked it write and play her guitar. She was happy to hear that Sarah wrote her own songs and played the guitar as well. They vowed to play for each other when they got back to Llanview.

"So, what the doc say?" Emma asked after Talia came back to the room a couple hours later. She and Layla were sitting on her bed, while Sarah was asleep on the other unoccupied bed.

"There's nothing to say, I'm fine. Maybe it was something I ate." She suggested.

"Tal, you haven't eaten anything. Not since Antonio left." Layla pointed out.

She realized Layla was right. "See, there you go, it's 10 o'clock at night and I haven't eaten."

Layla walked over to the other bed and gently pushed Sarah over. "Let's go to sleep." Layla laid down with Sarah and Talia laid down with Emma.

Talia woke up to the doctor waking them. She looked at her watch. It was 7 am. She poked at Emma. The sixteen-year-old wasn't an early morning person. Talia got up to wake Sarah and Layla. Once they were all awake enough, the doctor spoke. "Talia, I got your test results back."

Talia frowned. "What's to tell? There is nothing wrong with me."

"You're right, there is nothing wrong with you." He paused. "Your pregnant."

She sat back down and stared blankly into space with her hand on her stomach. "Are you sure?" she asked, in shock.

"Yes, you're going to be a mother. Looks like you and the baby's father are going to have an important chat."

She looked to Sarah and Layla. "I don't know here he is."

A/N: Help….Did I spell Acknowledge right? Microsoft word saw nothing wrong with it, but I don't know.