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Side note: I do not own Girl Meets World, any of its characters or things referenced henceforth. This is just my brain running with what I've got.


LUCAS'S POV

His eyes took her in and he couldn't breathe. In the light, he could see her clearly. She had lost at least fifteen pounds since he'd left. She looked so tired. Debating turning around and leaving, he stopped when he locked eyes with Topanga.

She waved him in. "Come on in, honey."

"I...I'm sorry. I was just going to..."

"It's okay. Come on. Talk to her."

Half laughing he shook his head. "I don't even know where to start." he said, barely above a whisper.

"That makes two of us." Cory said from the chair he was in, beside his daughter's bed. Shaking his head, his eyes misted over. "I'm sorry I blamed you in there. I wasn't thinking about anything except the fact that my little girl was laid up in a hospital bed. I knew something was going on, but as much as we tried, we couldn't get her to talk."

"I'm so sorry. It was only one time. I didn't know. I couldn't understand..."

"It's not your fault, Lucas. No one blames you."

He shook his head again. That was wrong. "She does. And I do."

"No. And I'm sure once she's up, she won't, so you shouldn't either."

A nurse appeared in the room to do a check on her vitals and to switch out her saline drip. "She's really dehydrated. But that's not uncommon with either the infection or the alcohol poisoning."

Once more, he wanted to be sick. His poor broken princess. Looking around, he realized he hadn't seen her parents leave, and had left him alone in there. He turned to look out the observation window and noticed them out there talking to each other.

Sitting down and taking her hand in his, he noticed how cold she was. She suddenly seemed so small. She had always been smaller than he was, that was how it was supposed to be. But now, she looked it. She looked so vulnerable in this moment.

He heard her breathe in and glanced up to see her brown eyes on him.

"Lucas?" she whispered softly.

Standing up, he bent over her. "Hey! There's my city girl."

She swallowed hard and closed her eyes in a long blink. "Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital."

Looking around, she finally decided he was telling the truth. "Why are you here?"

"I came to get you at a party. You ran out of the building."

"You were just a dream." she whispered, before closing her eyes and not opening them back up. "Tired of being mad at a dream." and her breathing evened out again.

Turning, he gestured to his old teacher. When the man rushed in, he took a deep breath. "She woke up. She's back asleep now, but do I need to tell the nurse?"

"I'll go get her. Did she say anything?"

"She asked where she was and why I was here."

"Alright, well thank you for letting us know. I'll let them know."

Reluctantly he let go of her hand. It was time to let someone else back here.


TOPANGA/MAYA'S POV

The sun was up by the time she opened her eyes again. Groaning against the sudden intrusion of light in her eyes, she squeezed them shut and groaned. "Peaches." came out in a small voice.

"Riley?"

"Mom?" she responded, weakly.

"Hey, baby!" she said quietly, trying not to be too loud.

"What happened?" she asked, still trying to put together the events of the night before.

"You were at a party. They found alcohol in your system, but your levels were really high. You passed out, and they had to bring you here."

"For a few beers?"

"No. For the pelvic infection."

This was so confusing. "What infection?"

Letting her breath out through her nose, she hesitated before answering. "The one you got from the miscarriage."

The woman noticed the machines start to beep as her daughter's heart rate instantly increased. "Baby, calm down."

"Mom...I...I'm sorry. I couldn't...tell anyone. No one would understand. It wasn't on purpose. I didn't know..."

"Riley, calm down. It's okay."

"It's not okay. How did you even...who told you?"

"The doctors told your dad and I when we got here that the infection was so bad it was at risk of going into your bloodstream. They've got you on some major antibiotics right now. It's been going on since it happened, which what the doctor said, to the stage of the infection, was just after your blow out with Lucas."

"Maya..."

"I'll go get her. Your dad had to run and take care of Auggie for a little bit and get a change of clothes for the both of us."

Not stopping the tears that made their way slowly down her cheeks, she held her mom's hand for a few moments longer. "I'm so sorry."

Bending over to kiss her daughter on her forehead she reached her hand up and wiped away the tears with her thumb. "It's okay, baby. You're okay. You're going to be alright. That's what matters now. Alright?"

She nodded and rested back. Her mom disappeared and it was a few moments later when her best friend was there beside her. "Peaches!" she got out weakly, though excited just the same.

Smiling, she made her way into the room, and stood beside the bed. "Hey, Pumpkin."

"Guess I messed up good this time, huh?"

Looking down sympathetically, she shrugged. "What do I tell you when you mess up?"

Riley looked away, then back into her best friend's eyes. "That tomorrow is another day."

"That's right. And it's as true now as it was the first time I told you."

"But I've made so many mistakes." she replied, biting her lip.

"That's okay. You're going to keep making mistakes. And so will I."

Closing her eyes, she opened them to fresh tears. "I don't want to make any more mistakes, Peaches."

Not fighting it any more, she dropped the side rail and laid down beside her in the bed, wrapping her in her arms as she'd done so many times before. "Then don't."

"I'm tired." she whispered.

Maya knew she was talking about fighting. Tired of holding on. Tired of trying to be something she wasn't. "You scared me, Little Plant. Please don't ever do that again."


CORY/LUCAS'S POV

She woke up once more when a nurse came in there a few hours later. Opening her eyes, she was met with a warm smile. "Daddy."

"Hey, baby."

Tears sprang to her eyes. "Daddy, I'm sorry."

"No, Riley. It's okay. Don't you worry about that. You're going to be alright. That's what matters."

That was exactly what her mom had said. "But..."

"No. No buts. Except yours. Out of this bed and back to school." then he swallowed hard.

Not stopping the tears that fell, she looked away. "I'm so sorry."

"Riley, I will always love you. No matter what. You are so amazing, and it kills me to think that you didn't know that, even for a split second."

It made her feel even worse. Turning back to her dad, she noticed a figure outside the window.

He noticed the color drain from her face.

"Why is he here?"

"He's been here since you were brought in."

Confusion knitted her brow. "I don't understand. He was just a dream."

"He's not a dream. He hasn't left since he rode with you in the ambulance."

"Why is he here?" she asked again.

Standing, he bent over and kissed her head. "You need to ask him, sweetheart. I'll be back in a little bit."

The look on her face was a mix between apprehension and terror. She couldn't talk to him, could she?

She watched her dad walk out the door, say something to the younger male, then walk away. Her heart rate jumped. She hadn't seen him in so long. Or had she? Had she just been that out of it?

Walking through the door, he stepped timidly into the room. "Hey, city girl. How are you feeling?"

"Lucas." she whispered.

"No. Please, don't cry." he said, making his way quickly to her bedside.

Swallowing hard, she turned away.

"Please." Sitting down in the seat, he was afraid to touch her.

He knew. She could see it in his gaze. Her worst fears were confirmed. He knew. He'd known she was pregnant. He'd known she lost the baby. He knew.

Turning toward him she curled up onto her side, as best as she could. Now she really wanted to disappear. Refusing to meet his intent stare, her eyes closed in a long blink. "You weren't supposed to know."

"Why? Didn't you think I would want to know?"

"You had Missy."

"No, Riley. I didn't. I had no idea you'd seen us. She kissed me. I didn't kiss her back. I pushed her away."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was trying to give you your space. You told me to leave. I didn't understand why. You wouldn't say anything except 'leave'. I didn't know you'd seen anything, and I couldn't understand why you were so angry. So I tried to give you what you wanted." then he hung his head and shook it sadly. "I wish you had told me. I would have never let you go through that alone. How did you do that by yourself?"

Finally looking into his eyes, she saw so much sincerity. She felt so guilty now and she had no idea how to even express her feelings on it.

She looked so completely alone. There were a million people that loved her, but she couldn't see one, himself included. He needed to change that.

Taking a deep breath, he wiped the tear from the corner of his own eye and reached out to her. "I love you, Riley."

Holding her breath, she closed her eyes, tucking her head further into her chest. "Well, you shouldn't." she said whispering.

She sounded so sad. "Why is that?" he asked, coming out in the soft question.

Not answering, she only shook her head. This was worse than he imagined. She wasn't just broken, she felt she was undeserving of anything. Though, if he was going to be honest, she'd been going through it for almost four months now, all alone. There was no wonder why she felt that way.

"Riley..." and he stopped when she made a little noise. "Riley?"

"I don't...feel...good." and as quickly as possible, she leaned over, dry heaving after the first initial burst of stomach acid, as there was nothing in her body to expel.

"Hang on. I'm getting you some help."

Not responding, she laid her arm over the edge of the bed as she continued to vomit air.

The nurse running in, she helped her onto her back, sat the back of her bed up, and gave her a small, kidney bean shaped, pink bucket. "Riley? When was the last time you ate?" she asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

Unable to catch her breath as she continued to heave, she couldn't answer.

"Riley?"

After finally settling back, her eyes closed and her body went lax.

"Riley? Come on now. I need you to answer me." and she grabbed her shoulder and shook her slightly.

Her eyes barely opening, she gave a small moan, in question.

"When did you eat last?"

Her lids closing, her head barely shook. "I don...I don't remember." she finally got out, barely audible.

"Honey, I need you to talk to me."

Her head turned and her eyes opened, toward the blond young man in the room.

"Riley?" he asked, trying to help the nurse get a response out of her.

"I'm so sorry." Swallowing hard, her lids closed once more, and alarms started yelling and screaming, leaving anyone within earshot, wondering what was going on.


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