Mia wiped Letty's forehead with the moist cloth the nurse had left. After her episode at the Toretto residence, Berto rushed Letty to the hospital. She'd been having anxiety and panic attacks from the past few months' stress. Her doctor said that if she ever lost consciousness she should go to the emergency room and have her blood pressure checked and monitored.

Luckily, the nurse that attended to Letty managed to get her blood pressure under control with a small dose of medicine. Now she just needed rest, especially in her condition.

"What happened?" Letty mumbled.

Berto walked toward Letty, dawdling at her feet before moving closer to her. Mia rubbed her forehead and tried to put on a smile for her best friend's sake. She inhaled deeply before speaking.

"You fainted, Let, on our lawn. We rushed you here because the doctor said your blood pressure-"

"Yeah I know all that. I mean… shit, fuck it, I don't know what I mean."

Letty's hands swam through the ocean of black hair that lay splayed out on her pillow. It hit her too hard. Dom's news whispered their way to the front of her mind and tormented her like little demons would, jabbing pitchforks at her toes. She hated anyone to touch her toes and that was her idea of hell.

"Letty. There's more."

Confusion crossed her face as she studied Mia's worried expression. She grasped her friend's hand and urged her on. Whatever it was, Letty knew she was strong enough to handle it.

"Your pregnant. The nurse discovered the baby's heartbeat on a routine examination of your abdomen. An ultrasound indicated that you are at least five weeks along," Mia gently explained.

The sickening feeling in Letty's stomach wouldn't quit. She squeezed her lips together tightly and then slung her eyes up toward Roberto. He didn't want children. Letty had been on the pill since they decided to be together. He told her that when he got older, he would be able to handle the responsibility of fatherhood better, and then they could discuss it.

Letty has always assumed that he would change his mind and the thought of toting around an infant in the back of a tiny high performance car would be ridiculous. But now, things were out of control. She knew the threat of Berto leaving her was rearing itself at her from behind her hopes and dreams of the future.

"I'm not done, sweeitie."

"Oh, what could be worse? Twins?"

Mia swallowed. "They think you might have cancer, Letty."

Her eyes flooded with tears and she stared at Mia, unable to speak or move. Letty finally turned to Roberto who was clenching his fist. His jaw twitched, like it always did when he was emotional.

"So, what does that mean, exactly?" Letty asked, battling with herself, and trying not to cry.

"They said your x-rays were clear, and your c.t. was fine. So it's not brain or lung cancer. They also ruled out liver cancer and Leukemia. The next steps are to test for bone marrow, cervical, and that… shit… the one that attacks your glands… lymph-"

"Yeah, I know what you're saying."

Mia stroked Letty's hand. It was close to midnight and Mia had been there the whole time. She needed to get home to check on Dom and Nico, as he often called his very French, and very rich wife.

"Hon, I'm sorry. I have to go it's late and I don't even know what's going on with Dom. I'll come back first thing in the morning, okay?"

"The morning?" Letty's voice was laced with bewilderment.

"Your doctor wants you to stay overnight. For tests in the morning. And to monitor you and the baby," Berto piped in.

Mia hugged Letty good-bye, and then quickly strode off, leaving the couple to talk amongst themselves. Berto sat next to Letty on the bed. He rubbed his face and then sighed, wondering what to do next.

"What?" she quietly asked.

"What do you think?" he replied, a little annoyed that she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Look. I know you didn't want kids. But we're gonna have one. I don't know what happened. I guess that one time I couldn't get my pills and we used condoms-" p

"Oh my God, Let!"

They stared at each other for a long moment, Berto in shock and Letty lost in confusion. He turned away, closing his eyes and trying to find a little bit of peace before things got worse.

"I'm not worried about being a father, Letrisha. I'm worried about you. I cannot lose you. And if you're really sick… I don't want to think about what's gonna happen to you. But, think about what's going to happen to this baby if you have to have chemo and radiation."

"No, Berto. I don't fucking care. I'm not getting an abortion. This could be my only chance if it's cervical."

"Letty God damn it! If you have to take drugs for pain it could become addicted! And you could miscarry! And it could be stillborn! And it could go through withdrawal when it's born five months early!"

"FUCK YOU! What could you live with? All of that? Or killing your own child!"

She suddenly regretted her outburst but she wanted him to really think about it. Maybe it was selfish. But there was no way she could send her baby back to God. She'd rather have God take it if that's what he wanted. Killing the child didn't give God a choice. Her way, it did.

"I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow."

Berto kissed her forehead and retreated from their verbal battery. Letty's bottom lip quivered and she cried. For a long time. And it was the first time she'd cried since she realized that Dominic wouldn't be coming home.