A/N- Hey, so It's my performance weekend! And in honor, I decided to give you an update! Okay, please enjoy.

Sango and Miroku pulled into the store's parking lot.
"Here it is, Baby Depot." Miroku said.
"Kinda a stupid name for a store." Sango commented.

"Ya think?"
"Yes."
"Well, hopefully they have nice things." Miroku got out of the car and then helped Sango out. The two walked in to the fairly large store. They had a large selection of everything an expectant mother would need. Sango suddenly became very overwhelmed, like she tends to do when she goes to places like this. She always seems out of place.

"Roku," She started nervously. He noticed how overwhelmed she had gotten, and pulled her near him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He reached down her slender arm and grasped her hand lightly and she squeezed on it.

"It's okay." He whispered to her as they continued into the store. "Anything you want to look for first?"
"Clothes. I don't want to get anything, but looking won't hurt." Sango said, relaxing her grip on his hand.
"Okay." Miroku nodded. They made their way passed many people, most of them pregnant women, to the newborn section. The first thing she saw was a little pink outfit, with ballet slippers on it. She smiled, then grabbed it and held it up to her belly.

"Ya know, I always see this, but I never understand why people do it. It's not like the baby can see it." Sango commented, putting the outfit back. Miroku shrugged.
"You don't want to get that?" He asked.
"I don't really need it yet. She's not due 'til October." Sango responded.

"But what if they don't have it when we come back. One outfit won't kill you." Miroku urged. Sango sighed, reluctantly grabbing the tiny outfit again.
"Jeez, you like this more than I do." Sango said to him. He smiled.

"I dunno, it's fun." He gushed.
"You are weird." She sighed.

/

Later, the two found themselves in the book section. The store had both children's books, and books for preparing for pregnancy and parenting.

"This is what I really need right now, Miroku." Sango stated, scanning the books. She turned her head when he didn't respond to her comment. He popped up on the other side of the shelf, where the little kid's books were.
"You should get some books for her." He suggested.

"She won't have an attention span for at least a week." Sango rebutted.

"So?"
"She doesn't need a book right now. I need a book right now." Sango said to him.
"Fine." Miroku sighed, then came over to her. Sango rolled her eyes then continued looking at the books in front of her. She skimmed the pages of Baby name books and fetus development titles, plus the ever so popular 'What to Expect When You're Expecting.' Nothing seemed to catch her interest. Then again, most sixteen-year-olds were poking their noses into 'Twilight.' (A/N Gag!) Even though books as such never caught her interest; she would've rather read an installment of 'Charlie Bone' or sticking her nose into anything anime or dance related. But something did catch her eye. She reached up and grabbed the book 'The Unplanned Pregnancy Book for Teens and College Students.' After skimming the first several pages of introduction, she silently concluded that this was a book for her.

"Miroku," She turned to find him deep in a book. She rolled her eyes, thinking it was some child's book again. "Roku," She stated again. He looked up from his text to her.

"Is something wrong?" He concerned.
"Not at all, but I found a book." She answered, stepping towards him. He hid the book he was reading behind his back, hoping she wouldn't see it.

"What is it?" He seemed intrigued by what she had discovered.
"What are you hiding?" Sango narrowed her glance and stared intently at him.
"Nothing." His eyes widened as he began to feel the beads of sweat form on his head.
"Miroku," She cooed sensually, leaning in for a kiss. A quick tease had her pulling his head over, causing him to trip over his own two feet. He regained his composure before falling to the ground, but Sango had grabbed the book he was trying to hide. After reading the title, she glared at him, secretly heartbroken, and very enraged. "What the Hell?" She nearly screamed, setting both books down on the nearby shelf.
"I was just curious. I wasn't planning anything, I swear Sango." Miroku began to reason.

"I don't want to hear it." She started, her voice beginning to break.

"Sango, don't cry. I promised you, and I'm not going to break that promise. Please, Sango." Miroku begged. She took a deep breath, then grabbed his hand.
"Please, listen to me. I don't want this to be another sex filled relationship that leads to nowhere. I've known you for three days, and I already know that you're a quality guy. I can't lose you. But you have to stop thinking about sex twenty-four seven. I won't have it." She said to him. A tear rolled down her face. He stared at her. She was beautiful, funny, she needed him; now more than ever. But what she was asking seemed way too hard for him. It was his entire personality, he couldn't just stop being himself.

"Sango, listen, I love this. I'm getting tired of the one night stands. But lechering is who I am. I can't just not be me. I want us to work, but it's going to take some time." He said as calmly as possible. Sango didn't respond. She had a blank look on her face, eyes wide. She almost looked like she wasn't alive. "Sango?" He asked.

"Something's wrong." She said blankly.
"Wha-" He was cut off by Sango screaming, pulling herself into a crouch.
"Something is really wrong. Miroku, help." She pleaded. Miroku stared at her, dumfounded. He couldn't seem to find his brain. "Miroku!" Sango screamed again. He snapped out of it, then lifted her into a standing position.

"Can you walk?" He asked so quickly she barely heard him. She shook her head.

"No." She managed.
"Come on." He urged, lifting her up bridesmaid style. The smell of blood pierced his nose, he turned his hand and saw the red liquid running down his arm. "Sango, you're bleeding." He told her. Her eyes widened as stinging tears filled them. Please, Baby, don't die. She thought as she pulled herself closer to Miroku, who carried her to the front of the store. A salesclerk noticed them, along with about half the store, and went to them.
"Is something wrong?" The clerk asked, worried.

"Yea, she's bleeding, and she seems to be having bad cramps." Miroku said. Sango was tucked into his shoulder, nearly bawling from pain.

"Do you need us to call an ambulance?" The clerk asked. Miroku opened his mouth to answer before being cut off by Sango.
"No." She almost screamed.
"Do you know her?" The clerk asked.

"Yes, she's my girlfriend." Miroku answered hesitantly.
"Okay, what's her name?" The clerk asked quickly.

"Sango." Miroku answered.

"Sango, we can call an ambulance, and it can be here fast." The clerk spoke to her.
"No." Sango growled. "Miroku can take me." She managed, holding her midsection.
"Okay, then you better get out of here." The clerk said, guiding them out of the store.
"Thank you," Miroku nodded to the woman, then speedily made his way to the car. He put Sango in the passenger side, then made his way to the driver's seat. He started the car, then left the parking lot in a rush. A million thoughts were racing through his mind as he drove, both hands on the wheel eyes glued to the road. He had known Sango for three whole days, and she was in what seemed like a life threatening situation, and he was the only one who could save her now.
"Roku," Sango spoke brokenly, snapping Miroku out of his thoughts.

"What?" Miroku asked, turning his head to her.
"I can't-" She started, before slipping out of consciousness.
"Sango!" He screamed, thinking it would do something. He had to get her to the hospital.

Now.

/

After eight minutes of twists and turns, Miroku pulled into the parking lot of Tokyo Medical University Hospital. Sango was still blacked out. Miroku killed the ignition and got her out of the car, running into the Emergency Room. The small waiting room was crowded. There were no places to sit, and a many very sick people were forced to stand and wait for their turn. Miroku, carrying Sango tightly in his arms, stepped into the line for service, which was long. He was breathless after running, but knew this whole mini adventure was far from over. Sango was still bleeding, and much worse than before. The blood was staining her pants, dripping down and beginning to pool onto Miroku's arm. He didn't care. As long as Sango and her child survived this, he didn't care. He looked down to her, her body caressed lazily in his arms, her head dangling over his left arm, causing her long, chestnut hair to sprawl. Her belly was swelled, as most pregnant women's should be, and her light blue denim shorts were slowly turning scarlet. He could feel her blood on his skin; Starting on his forearm, the blood slowly made it's way down to his inner elbow, then would drip onto the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He could hear it falling, and couldn't do anything to stop it. It was almost like someone had shot her. It didn't seem possible for her to be bleeding this much.

"Next?" The receptionist called. Miroku darted for the woman. "Yes?"
"Sango Taijiya is her name. She's five months pregnant, and she's blacked out and bleeding, and was having bad cramps." Miroku explained almost so fast he was surprised that it came out in an understandable sentence.
"She's sixteen?" The receptionist asked after typing something in on her computer.

"Yes."
"And she's five months pregnant?"
"Yes." Miroku was beginning to get irritated. Both Sango and her child could die in seconds and this woman was playing twenty questions.
"Pregnant women must be taken to the downtown clinic, we can't take her." The woman responded typing on her computer. Miroku was stunned. How could a hospital turn down a sick person?

"I'm sorry, did you just tell me to leave?" Miroku questioned the lady.
"Yes, and I don't have the time to carry on with you. Ne-"
"Listen, she could be dying, and you won't help her. What kind of hospital is this?" He nearly screamed.
"I'm sorry, sir. But you're going to have to leave. If you say she is in such a state, then take her to the downtown clinic." The lady responded.
"She could be worse by then." Miroku rebutted, ready to smash through the centimeter thick window separating the two people.

"Mir-" Sango was beginning to come to.

"We can't help her. The emergency room is for broken bones." The lady responded.
"Then send her to the maternity ward. There has to be a doctor up there that could help her." Miroku demanded.
"Miroku-" Sango stated softly. Hearing her this time, he turned his head to her. Her skin was sickly pale. "I can't feel her." She finished her sentence from before. Her bleeding was speeding up, and he couldn't help but become the alpha male of the situation.

"You're going to help her, dammit!" He screamed to the receptionist.

"What's going on?" Sango asked. She seemed as if she would black out again at any moment; The way her eyes were half open. She turned her head, looking to the lady. Her eyes widened (the best she could) as she saw who was sitting behind the glass.
"We can't help her." The woman's words were ice cold. Sango wrapped her arms around Miroku's shoulder, pulling herself in eyeline of the women.

"You bitch. You would do anything to make sure I died." Sango said. Miroku stared at Sango, then at the woman.
"My sweet stepdaughter, why on Earth would you think that?" The woman cooed to Sango. It was then Miroku realized the woman he was dealing with was Chikako, Sango's stepmother.

/

Sango and Chikako where in a death stare with each other. A loud buzzer rang, signaling the shift time was over.
"Well, my shift is up." Chikako stood. "You'll have to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere without getting help for my baby first." Sango began to breathe heavily.

"Sango, calm down." Miroku insisted, noticing her change in breathing.

"Is there a problem?" Another woman came behind Chikako and looked through the window.
"Yes, this woman won't help us. My girlfriend is five months pregnant and bleeding badly; she needs to see someone immediately." Miroku told the new woman. The lady stared at Miroku, then at Chikako.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?" She nearly screamed at Chikako. She looked back at Miroku and Sango. "Come back, right away. I'll lead you upstairs." Sango had blacked out again, releasing herself from Miroku's shoulder's.
"Sango," He started, looking down to her with worry. He sped up, and met pace with the woman that was leading them.

"I'm Aiko Ishida."The woman introduced herself.

"Miroku Houshi, and Sango Taijiya." Miroku said, nervously shaking.

"I'll take you to the maternity ward, and I'll have them take over from up there." She explained.

"Do you have any idea of what's wrong?" Miroku asked.
"Unfortunately, I do not, but upstairs might." Aiko said. The three entered an elevator. Aiko turned to Miroku and Sango. "She's bleeding bad." She grimaced.

"Yea." Miroku nodded.

"How long has she been like this?" Aiko asked.
"Twenty minutes?" Aiko nodded. The elevator stopped at the required floor.
"Follow me." She instructed. Miroku complied, following the helpful woman. Aiko led them to a desk, where they were met by yet another nurse.
"Hello, Aiko." The nurse greeted.
"Sumi, this is Miroku, and his girlfriend, Sango. She's five months in and having major bleeding, and has blacked out. Order a scan, and a get a room." Aiko instructed.
"Gotcha. I'll page Suikotsu." Sumi, the nurse behind the desk responded. She stood up, looking towards Miroku. "Follow me." She said. She noticed the blood dripping down Miroku's arm. "Oh my God." She was stunned, leading them into a nearby room. "You can put her on the bed." Sumi said. Miroku nodded, then set Sango carefully onto the bed. The excess blood left on his arm dripped down and pooled on the floor near him.

"What's wrong? Do you have any idea?" Miroku asked.
"I paged a doctor, he should be here any moment, because honestly, I don't. I've never seen anything this bad. How long has she been bleeding?" Sumi asked.
"Like, twenty minutes to a half hour." Miroku answered. Sumi wrote the answer down on a clipboard.
"And she's five months along? How old is she?"
"Yes, and sixteen." Miroku answered. Sumi hooked Sango up to an IV and a heart scanner. At that moment, a person entered the room.

"Hello, Sumi." He greeted. "What's the problem?" He wondered, looking at the clipboard. "I see. We have a scan prepped, so I'll get some orderlies in here to move her. I'm Dr. Suikotsu, by the way." The man told Miroku. Miroku nodded. He was frightened. Hospitals scared him. And now, he might hate them. Suikotsu left and then came back a moment later with some orderlies who began rolling the bed down the hall. Miroku followed close by.

"How are you two related?" Suikotsu asked.
"She's my girlfriend." Miroku was still hesitant after the conversation at the store, but Sango was still his girlfriend in his mind. At least, for now.

"What was going on when she started bleeding?" Suikotsu asked.
"We were at the store, talking, kinda arguing," Miroku admitted, "And suddenly she fell. She complained that something was wrong. And she grabbed her stomach and crouched down. I lifted her up and noticed she was bleeding." He finished.
"I see. How far is she?"
"She's in her fifth month."
"She's barely showing. She's very malnourished." Suikotsu noted. "When you got here, had the bleeding gotten worse?"
"Yes, it's gotten a lot worse." Miroku said.
"Okay." Suikotsu began rubbing a gel over Sango's now bare midsection. He pressed the wand over it, then moved it around, staring at a screen nearby.

"What's wrong with her? Is the baby going to be okay? Is she going to be okay?" Miroku asked.

"The baby is fine." Suikotsu said.
"Really?"
"Yes, just very malnourished." Suikotsu responded.
"What's wrong?" Miroku asked.
"It seems the baby pulled herself around, and was kicking a lot over here on the left side. She caused internal bleeding, that's just exiting." Suikotsu explained.
"Then why can't Sango feel her, and why is she unconscious?" Miroku asked.
"Because the baby stopped moving. We need to patch up the bruise, so it'll stop bleeding. And she passed out because she is so malnourished that when she began to lose blood, her body couldn't sustain her brain." Suikotsu said. "We'll get the bruise fixed, and food in her. Everything will be fine. Nothing to worry about." Suikotsu said. "Except maybe for when this baby comes, she's gonna be one heck of a kicker." Miroku sighed. He placed a gentle kiss on Sango's lips.

"She'll be fine?" Miroku asked.
"Yes, if she starts eating more." Suikotsu responded. The man glanced the blood still coming from Sango, and shuddered. "We'll have to get the OR prepped, stat." He said. He stood, and began to wash his hands. Sumi wiped off the still unconscious Sango.

"Is he okay?" Miroku asked to Sumi.

"Actually, he doesn't like blood." Sumi answered.
"Really? He's a doctor and he doesn't like blood?" Miroku responded in a hushed tone.
"Yea, I don't know." Sumi responded. "Let's get Sango to the OR." She called for the orderlies, and they all made their way to the operating room. Miroku looked to Sango.

"I'm sorry, San, but everything will be okay." He kissed her head as the orderlies brought her behind doors.

"I apologize, but you can't be with her. You can wait out here until the procedure is done." Sumi said. Miroku nodded, then took a seat.
I'm so sorry, Sango. This is all my fault. Miroku thought to himself. All because of a book. A book that he knew he shouldn't have been reading, especially around Sango. 'Sex While Pregnant.'

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