DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never will be...

A/N: Okay, sorry about the delay, I had planned on having this up last night, but I got sidetracked and I had to pack. I was about 3/4 of the way done but when the clock said 4:30 I decided to just leave it until today. I hope this lives up to expectations!! OH and thanks again to everyone who read, reviewed, alerted, and favorited!! I love you people!!

Immediately after getting home, Amy went straight into the living room and just sat on the couch. She was beyond exhausted. It was almost like she had been on autopilot at the daycare; she could barely remember doing anything. She had placed John still in his carrier next to her on the couch. Thankfully he was asleep. She could hear her mother bustling around in the kitchen, probably making dinner. Her stomach grumbled and she realized how hungry she was. She had only eaten animal crackers for lunch because of her fight with Ben, and now she was beginning to regret that choice.

She had just begun to wonder when Ricky would arrive when there was a knock at the door. Wearily, she got off the couch and lifted John in his carrier, dragging her feet to get to the door. She pulled it open to reveal Ricky. Without a word, she handed him the carrier, mumbled something that sounded like "Nap," and shuffled up to her bedroom. When she got there she didn't even have enough energy to take off her shoes; she just fell onto the bed with a sigh and fell asleep instantly.

Ricky stood in the door for a second, confused, before entering the house and closing the door behind him.

"Ricky, is that you?" Anne called from the kitchen.

"Yeah," he answered, walking into the kitchen with his son in tow.

Anne glanced up at him from a pot on the stove. When she saw that he was alone, she looked confused. "Where's Amy?"

"I think she said something about a nap..." Ricky wasn't entirely what Amy had said, but he knew how tired she had been today and figured that's what she meant before she shuffled up the stairs.

"Oh," Anne only seemed a little surprised as she turned back to her cooking. "She did seem kinda tired today."

"Yeah...hey did you notice anything weird about her lately?" He tried to phrase it casually, but seeing the slight worry in her eyes he knew he hadn't succeeded.

"No, why? Is something wrong?" Anne was now searching his face for any clues as to what he was talking about, worried about her daughter.

"No, no! I guess she was just tired," he assured her, not wanting to worry her needlessly.

"Okay..." She was still wary as she turned back to the pot again.

"I'm just gonna go into the living room," he said quickly, picking up the infant who had apparently woken during their conversation and was now watching them with curious eyes. He moved into the living room to wait for Anne to finish dinner and to keep John quiet so as not to wake Amy.

Amy still hadn't come downstairs by the time dinner was ready, and Anne and Ricky figured they should just let her sleep. Ricky prepared a bottle of formula for John, and John lay in his carrier while Ricky fed him and ate dinner with Anne. They made some small talk, but most of dinner was spent in a comfortable silence.

When he was finished Ricky thanked Anne and rocked his son to sleep. After cleaning up and leaving a plate of dinner in the microwave for when Amy woke up, Anne quietly excused herself and went to bed. Ricky sat on the couch in the living room, simply watching his son sleep. He marveled at how much his life had changed since John had been born: he had rarely ever stayed in on weekends, and now here he was on a Friday night, completely content to just stay in and take care of his son. He still liked going out, but he also liked just being with his son. Starting to drift off, he figured he could take a nap and then go home when Amy woke up.

Amy was awakened by her stomach demanding food. She groggily slipped out of bed and shuffled downstairs. She was surprised to find Ricky sleeping on the couch with John nestled in his arms. Deciding not to disturb them right now, she walked to the kitchen in search of food. She popped open the microwave hoping her mom had put some leftovers there, and grinned at her luck. After quickly heating and eating (it rhymes!) dinner, she moved back into the living room.

She gently shook Ricky's shoulder, trying to wake him but not John. "Ricky," she whispered, "time to wake up." He stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

"What time is it," he mumbled groggily, rubbing at his eyes with the hand that wasn't holding John.

"It is," she paused, looking at her phone, "12:48."

"Okay, then I guess I better get home." He slowly stood from the couch and handed a slumbering John to Amy. Stretching his sore muscles, he walked to the door. As he stood in the doorway he whispered, "I can come by in the early afternoon tomorrow."

"Okay," she agreed. "I might take him to the park, so text or call me when you're coming."

"Alright," he mumbled, already turning toward his car. She softly closed the door and rocked John as he stirred, but thankfully he didn't wake. She then proceeded up the stairs to get some more sleep now that she had eaten.

xxxx

Enjoying the sun on her skin, she walked around the park. She carefully kept an eye on John to make sure only the fresh air was able to reach him and not the sun's harmful rays. She was just planning on walking around the park once or twice to give John some fresh air and a change in scenery. The decision to bring him here had been made because Anne was again with her boyfriend, and Amy didn't think it was fair that both she and John had to be cooped up inside. It was a beautiful day and she figured they could enjoy it, at least for a couple minutes.

Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she pulled it out and noticed a text from Ricky. I'm on my way. She figured now was a good time as any to go back home, and luckily her house was just about a minute's walk from the park.

"Don't worry John," she murmured to the child asleep in the carriage, "We'll come back here soon. I promise."

She had only been home a couple minutes before Ricky knocked on the door. She quickly opened it then walked back into the kitchen. Ricky followed behind her and smiled when he saw his son was awake.

"Hey buddy," he greeted his son, then turned to Amy. "So did you take him to the park?"

She nodded, "Yeah, and even though he was asleep through the whole thing, I think he liked it."

Ricky smirked. "Sure."

Then John started fussing, and Ricky checked his diaper to see if it was wet. It was.

"I think it's your turn to do diaper duty," he said, picking John up and handing him to Amy, who scowled.

"I think we should just give him a bath, and then we can worry about a new diaper." She motioned toward the cupboard under the sink, "You know where it is and how to set it up."

After making sure Ricky was setting up the bath she turned toward the table and took off John's onsie along with his dirty diaper. She grinned evilly, wondering if she should throw the soiled diaper at Ricky, but thought better of it because she knew he would retaliate. The kitchen was pretty clean at the moment, and her mom wanted it to stay that way.

Once again Ricky was the one to bathe John, and John fell asleep in no time. Amy toweled John dry while Ricky put the bath away. They then moved to go upstairs to get John new clothes and a new diaper. Amy was in the hallway when she started to feel dizzy again. Fearing that she might drop him, she handed John to Ricky.

"Here, take him," she shakily told Ricky. Now her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might jump out of her chest, and she found taking a breath was becoming increasingly more difficult.

"What's wrong?" Ricky questioned as she slumped against the wall breathing heavily with her hand on her chest.

"No...nothing," she panted, "I...I'm..."

Suddenly her eyes rolled upwards and her body went totally limp. Ricky quickly rushed a now crying John to Amy's bedroom and laid him gently on the bed. He would comfort the baby once he knew what was wrong with Amy. Then he nearly ran back into the hallway to Amy's limp form on the ground. Not knowing what to do, he lightly shook her to try to get her to wake. When that didn't work he tried to check her pulse in her neck, but couldn't find it. Thinking this might be because of his mediocre healthcare skills, he checked her wrist. Still no pulse.

Panicked, he whipped out his phone and dialed 911 before starting CPR. He was now grateful that his foster mother had made him take the course at the clinic. After doing the chest compressions he blew the required breaths into her mouth and started the chest compressions again.

"This is 911, what is your emergency?" a calm female voice spoke into the phone.

"My friend just fainted and her heart stopped beating," Ricky frantically spoke into the receiver while still administering CPR.

"Alright, do you know how to do CPR?" the lady was still using a calm voice that was beginning to get on Ricky's nerves. Amy might be dying and this lady sounded like she was asking about the weather.

"Yeah," he ground through his teeth, "that's what I'm doing now."

"Okay, well just tell me where you are and I'll send paramedics as quickly as possible."

Ricky relayed the information and then stayed on the line while the lady continued to encourage him to not give up. His relief was beyond words when he heard the sirens coming down the street. John was still crying from Amy's room, but there was nothing he could do about the baby until the paramedics took care of Amy.

He heard the door downstairs burst open and almost fell over in relief.

"Up here!" he yelled to the paramedics. He heard them moving quickly up the stairs and finally they came into view with their big, bulky bags.

"Alright son, we'll take over from here," the nearest paramedic said, gently pushing Ricky away as he now started CPR while the other checked Amy over.

Ricky dashed into Amy's room and cradled John, but John wouldn't quiet down. Ricky moved back into the hallway in time to see the paramedics hook up two pads to Amy's chest and call "Clear!" before her body jolted from the electricity. One of them checked her pulse and shook his head. The other shouted "Clear!" again. For a second time the electricity coursed through her body.

This time when the paramedic checked her pulse he nodded and said to his colleague, "It's weak, but its there." This caused Ricky to slump against the wall in relief, still holding John who was now whimpering. One paramedic ran down the stairs to get the stretcher while the other turned to Ricky.

"I need to know her name, age, any known allergies, and any medical conditions."

"Uh," Ricky didn't really know very much about Amy. "Her name's Amy, she's fifteen, I don't know if she has any allergies, and she just had a baby, if that means anything."

The paramedic nodded and turned back to Amy, injecting her with something. The other paramedic had gotten the stretcher up the stairs by now and they gently but quickly moved Amy onto it. Ricky stood rooted to the spot as they proceeded to carry her down the stairs and out the door. He didn't know what to do. His mind was too stunned by what had just happened. Amy had seemed fine before, and now she was being raced to the hospital, fighting for her life. Everything had happened so fast.

He just hoped that she would be okay.

A/N: OOOHHhh what's gonna happen next?!?!?!? I wonder!! Oh yeah, I know!

So any guesses about what's wrong with Amy? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

This was a hard one to end, cause I wasn't sure if I should do a cliffy and end it with her heart stopping or put some more stuff in for the sake of length. I decided to go with length because I hate short chapters and I'm sure you do too.

And I'm sorry, but I'm going to the beach this week and may not be able to update till I get back. I promise I'll try, but I dunno if they have internet there. If it makes you feel any better, I have to be in a car with my parents for hours, and I'll probably get sunburn cause of my damn pasty skin.

Thanks for reading!