A/N: If anyone has a better title, by all means, tell me. I thought this title fit, but if ANYONE thinks of a better title, tell me. Thanks.
Going Through a Hard Time
Five Months-Christmas Day
Justin has been talking to everyone, trying to remember everyone. He at least remembered who they were and his relationship with them. Everyone was over at Debbie's. Justin was sitting on the couch, looking nervous...And pale. He wasn't looking very good. Justin has been throwing up on and off all month. Brian tried to get him to go to the doctor, but he wouldn't. Brian went over to him, and sat next to him. "Are you okay?" Brian asked, as he pushed Justin's bangs out of his eyes. "You don't look very good."
"I..." Before Justin could finish his sentence, he was running upstairs to the bathroom, trying to hold in his vomit till he got to the toilet. He kneeled in front of the toilet and puked in the toilet, and a minute later, he passed out.
Downstairs, Brian started running up the stairs then heard a big 'thump.' Oh no. PLEASE don't let anything happen to him. He's been through enough! Brian thought. He ran upstairs as fast as he could, everyone following. Brian saw Justin, unconscious on the bathroom floor. He kneeled next to him. "Justin. Please wake up. Justin? Sunshine?" Brian took him downstairs, and laid him on the couch. "Someone call an ambulance." Brian said frantically.
"I will." Lindsey told him. 15 minutes later, the ambulance showed up. As 3 guys lifted Justin into the ambulance, another paramedic went over to everyone and asked, "Does anyone know what happened?"
"He didn't look very good. Pale actually, and I went over to talk to him and he started to talk but then ran upstairs and a minute later, I heard a thump. He was throwing up and he passed out. He kept slipping in and out of consciousness before you arrived." Brian told him. "Will he be okay?"
"He should be fine. Once he arrives at the hospital they're gonna take some tests, do some blood work, and we'll find out what's going on." The paramedic smiled and then walked away. They allowed Brian to ride in the ambulance. He just sat off to the side, holding his husband's hand. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay! Brian thought.
An hour later, Justin was lying in bed, awake, with an IV drip. "You just got out of the hospital a month ago damn it!" Brian yelled. He started pacing, running his hand through his hand.
"It wasn't my fault Brian!" Justin yelled right back. "You think I wanted this to happen?"
"I know. I'm sorry. It's just...I hoped to never step in this place again."
"Did Brian Kinney just apologize?" Justin asked teasingly.
"Shut up," Brian chuckled. The doctor walked in.
"Mr. Taylor, Mr. Kinney."
"Am I sick? Is there something wrong with me?"
"No, not at all. We've run some tests, and blood work, and it appears that you're pregnant Mr. Taylor." They both stared at her in shock.
"What?" Justin said. "Are you sure?"
"We ran the tests and blood work 4 times."
"Um...how far along am I?" Justin asked nervously. He wasn't sure if Brian was okay with this or not.
"I'm not sure. I'd have to do an ultrasound to be sure." She explained the pregnancy, what would happen, how he would be feeling, the food cravings, and everything else. "Ready for the ultrasound?"
"Yes." Justin answered. Brian nodded. After she got the ultrasound machine ready, and squeezed the gel on Justin's stomach, she pointed out the baby as it appeared on the screen. "It looks like there's...two...there."
"It appears so. Congratulations, you're having twins." After Justin wiped the gel off his stomach, the doctor gave them a folder with papers about the pregnancy. She left, and they stayed in the room.
"How...do you feel...about this?" Justin asked Brian.
"How do I feel?" Brian asked like he's pissed. Brian smiled. "Justin Taylor, you made me the happiest man for the second time."
"Really?" Justin looked at him, smiling.
"Of course." Brian hugged him.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"Absolutely." Brian kissed him then they left.
