A/n the syndrome I mention in this chapter to my knowledge doesn't exist and is just a figment of my imagination. If it indeed does exist I'm sorry. Just pretend it doesn't for the purposes of my story.

"What have we got?" asked a pretty young nurse as the stretcher was wheeled into the ER.

"32 year old male complaining of severe abdominal pain. He stopped breathing due to a panic attack and was given CPR by a friend. His pressure is elevated 140/100. His o2 sats are 98 his pulse is 85," the medic explained rattling of Greg's vitals.

"He also has a genetic mutation Lionberg's Syndrome, and he's pregnant," Nick explained.

"Okay and you are?" the nurse asked turning to Nick.

"Nick Stokes, I'm his partner. I've called his doctors, Dr. Emily Gray, and Ray Scott," Nick said.

"Okay I'm familiar with both of them," the nurse explained. Just as the nurse said that both of them walked into the ER. Taking charge Dr. Scott headed over to the small group.

"Nick, it's good to see you. Greg can you hear me? It's Dr. Scott." A moan came from the man lying on the stretcher.

"It hurts, is my baby okay?" Greg asked in a small voice.

"I don't know that's what we're going to check," Dr. Gray interjected as she placed a hand on Greg's shoulder. Nick had explained to both of them the situation. Turning her attention to the nurse, she said, "I want him in a room with a fetal monitor on him. Draw a cbc, a chem. 7 and take a urine sample. I want an ultra sound machine brought in as well."

"Anything else?" the nurse asked turning to Dr. Scott.

"No I think she's got it covered I would like to perform an exam as well," Dr. Scott requested.

"Very well then, if you'll follow me," the nurse instructed leading them to a room down the hall. Noticing Nick beginning to follow the nurse stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait until he's examined before you can see him," she said sympathetically. At Nick's crestfallen look she gave him a reassuring smile.

"He's in very capable hands. Your boyfriend and your child will get the best of care. I promise to let you know the moment you can see him," she promised.

"Thank you… Shelly," Nick said, reading her nametag.

"Your welcome, you can wait in the waiting room just down the hall. I'll come get you when you can see him," Shelly told him.

"Okay, thank you," Nick said as he made his way slowly to the waiting room.

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The sound of heels clicking on the tile made Nick look up.

"Nick how is he how's the baby?" Catherine asked as she, Sara, and Jillian filed into the room.

"Hey, I don't know they're looking at him now," Nick answered. Noticing Sara standing off to the side of the other two women Nick walked over to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder Nick noticed she was shaking slightly.

"Sar?" Nick questioned.

"I did everything I could. I'm sorry if something happens to Greg or the baby I'll never forgive myself," Sara said as a tear slid down her cheek.

"It's not your fault, Sara. It's his bastard of a father's fault," Nick said sharply.

"Nicholas!" Jillian said sharply.

"Well it is," Nick argued. Jillian relented she knew her son was right. Sara gave him a small smile as she hugged her friend tightly.

"Where's the rest of the team?" Nick asked turning to Catherine.

"They'll be down later today. I was the only one available at the moment," the blonde answered. A few minutes of silence past by before Shelly walked into the room.

"How's Greg how's the baby?" Nick asked, standing up. Shelly looked at the others in the room before turning back to Nick.

"This is my mom and two of our co-workers it's okay to talk in front of them," Nick said, answering her silent question.

"It appears that both Greg and the baby are fine. We think the pains were caused by undo stress."

"But the babie's okay?" Nick repeated.

"Yes, we're encouraging him to take a couple of days off to rest, though. I'll be honest with you, though, he's very lucky if someone hadn't been there to give him CPR you would be looking at a very different scenario. You could have lost either or both of them," Shellly explained. Nick's face went white and both Catherine and Sara reached out a hand to steady him.

"The lack of oxygen didn't hurt the baby did it?

"Not as far as we can tell," Shelly said. "Whoever did CPR gave the baby that extra chance it needed. Even the extra two minutes until the paramedics got there could have been too late for the baby," Shelly explained. Nick's knees went weak at the realization of just how close he had come to losing his baby and/or his boyfriend.

"Thank you, Shelly. Can I see him?" Nick asked.

"Of course you can, he's asking for you. He's also been asking how Sara is? does anyone know anything about that?" Shelly asked perplexed.

"That would be me, I was with him when the panic attack happened," Sara spoke up.

"She's the one who did CPR," Nick explained. Shelly nodded in understanding.

"We're keeping him overnight for observation. He's just been admitted, he's in room 203. You can go up whenever your ready." Nodding his thanks, Nick turned to Sara and pulled her into a tight hug. Burying his face in her hair Nick began to cry tears of both gratitude for Sara saving Greg and the babies life and fear for how close he had come to losing them.

"…Nicky… can't… breathe…" Sara said. Nick wasn't loosening his grip on her, though. That was when Sara became aware of something wet hitting her hair. Tilting her face up so she could get a better look she saw Nick's eyes swimming with tears. "Oh, Nicky. Shh, it's okay," Sara soothed as she rubbed his back. As if he just realized how tight he was holding her Nick loosened his grip some.

"Thank you for saving them, Sar. I don't know what I would do without them," Nick choked out.

"There's no need to thank you guys mean the world to me. We're family, remember?" Sara reminded gently. Nick granted her with a shaky smile as he whipped his eyes on his sleeve.

"Thanks, you ready to go see Greggo?" Nick asked.

"Sure, c'mon Jillian and Cath. I'm sure Greg's going crazy being kept in bed," Sara commented as she gave Nick one last hug.

"Your probably right, he doesn't stay still well does he?" Catherine replied in agreement. Everyone laughed at just how true Catherine's words were about their rather hyper friend.

TBC?

A/n I know it's been forever, forgive me, please. Real life has gotten in the way.