Chapter 7: Nobody said it was easy

Dannii walked down the corridor heading towards the doors for the opening of the show. Yes, it was another awful Saturday and she'd been worked like mad. She pushed herself to come in today. She winced, rubbing her abdomen in pain. Everyone else on the platform turned to look at her as she did so.

"What's up?" Simon shrugged, obviously annoyed at the disturbance.

"Nothing." She held the pain in as she heard Dermot shout her name. A fake smile was plastered on her face as she walked out of the room and off the platform.

"Dannii Minogue!" Dermot called her name, she waved at the audience, regretting it as the ache in her stomach lingered even more. Thankfully, Dermot moved on and introduced the others before they all headed to their seats. Dannii, this week was sat next to Cheryl. She winced again and rubbed her stomach once more.

"What's up?" She looked concerned. Dannii shook her head.

"Nothing. I must have just knocked myself on something in my sleep."

Cheryl clicked the pieces together in what must have been three seconds. She knew Kris had just been back to see Dannii two days ago and left earlier this morning. That was also an excuse for someone that had just been abused by their partners. She knew what Kris was doing and he wasn't going to get away with it.

A few songs later and they had just finished Stacey's performance. All the judges were giving their comment when Dannii winced again. They all looked at her as she pushed it to the back of her mind and shook her head.

Dermot walked up to Stacey, who was crying because of her emotional performance and had Dannii partly crying as well. "Go give her a 'team Minogue' hug!" He helped her off stage and towards the judges desk.

Slowly, Dannii stood up. She held her teeth together through the pain as she felt something burn away at her stomach and she walked onto the side where Stacey was. Wrapping her arms around Stacey's neck, she hugged her tightly as Dermot called out her phone number.

"You did great." She smiled, "Thank y-" She stopped. Her eyes shut.

"Dannii?" Stacey asked as she pulled away from her.

A sudden ripping pain grabbed at her stomach. She cried out and clutched her abdomen in pain, her back arched. The whole auditorium went silent as all eyes locked on Dannii.

"Early break!" Dermot called and all the camera's cut.

"Sit down." Simon thrusted a chair underneath Dannii for her to sit on whilst the audience behind them was getting sent out. "What's wrong, can you tell me?" He bent down in front of her.

"I - I don't." She tried to tell him through the pain. Her eyes widened as she realised something, "The baby!" She practically screamed in his face.

"Baby? What..." Simon took a few seconds to realise what she was on about. "Get an ambulance! Now!" He shouted round to the camera men who immediately got their phones out and dialled.

"Okay, just stay calm, they'll be here soon." Cheryl rubbed her back.

"Dannii, just concentrate, I'm going to have to ask a few things." Simon tried to get her attention. "How far along are you?"

"9... 9 weeks." She told him. Immediately, someone told the services on the other side before listening and telling Simon the response.

"They said they'd be here soon, just keep her calm."

"Thanks." He said and looked back at Dannii as she cried out again. "Just breath and stay calm okay, Darlin'?"

Dannii started to nod, her head snapped up as she realised something, "Kris!"

"Okay, we'll call him. Louis' gone to get your phone to call him." Cheryl told her over her shoulder.

The hospital waiting room was horrible and dull. It was the exact same place they were in last week, except this time they were on the maternity floor. The difference is that this time, the pink colour was annoying to them all. Why should they have a nice colour when Dannii could be losing her baby.

"Kris said he'd get off at Hong Kong and fly back." Louis told them, holding Dannii's phone in his hand. "I have no clue how he gets reception up there." He made a joke to try and brake the situation, yet no one's face changed. Not a flicker of a smile came to either of their faces. He sighed and sat down, looking in the direction everyone else was looking. "How's she doing?" This time, he was able to get through to Simon, but Cheryl still looked terrified.

"We don't know yet. They're refusing to tell us anything until Kris gets here." He looked down, "God, it's all my fault. If she's lost the baby its because of me, all the stress I put her through this week. I knew she wasn't okay today."

"Simon. It's not anyone's fault. It was bound to happen otherwise." Louis tried to console him.

"It is! She would be fine right now!" He stubbornly refused to agree with anyone else. He was as stubborn as hell! His eyes looked back at the hospital room where Dannii was. It all fell silent again.

It seemed like hours had passed, they were all stiff as statues still watching her room, waiting for news. Kris hadn't shown up, Louis watched Dannii's mobile, waiting for him to call and to say he'd landed. But there was no luck yet, no hope at all.

A shuffle came from in front of them as the door to room 14 opened and out emerged a doctor.

"Anyone here for Danielle Minogue?" He called, looking over the room. It took a minute for it to register to them all. Danielle was an unfamiliar name to them, they had to process it through.

Simon took the lead and stood up first, followed by Louis and Cheryl. He spoke out, "Yes." He noticed that Cheryl would have been in to much of a state to talk to the doctor and Louis didn't really care much, he had other places he would rather be at.

"She's been asking to see you." The doctor told them, placing his hand on her door and let it slowly shut creating as little noise as possible.

"Can we go in and see her then?" Simon raced towards the door before he was stopped by the doctor.

"Not at the second, I believe I should explain her condition to you before you go and see her." He pushed Simon away, who eventually gave up and sat on the chairs once again. "Dannii has what you call 'Placenta Praevia.' This happens once in every 200 pregnancies and is more likely to effect women over the age of 35 -"

Simon cut in, "I don't care about the fact's. Just tell us what's wrong with her!" He almost shouted at him.

"Okay. It happens when the internal cervical opening is partially covered by the placenta." He told Simon, watching as he cringed; it was way to much information for him. "She may occur bleeding and cramps are possible to follow with this, premature labour is a risk and there is also a chance of either losing the mother or the mother and baby through this. Dannii has been alerted of this and she's been given her options but we believe someone else talking to her may help her make her decision." He looked from face to face and saw Simon nod.

"We understand."

"Okay, she is in room 14. Please keep her stress levels down, we are wanting to keep her in over night and monitor both her and the baby."

"Okay. We understand." Simon said again, absentmindedly.

"You can go see her then." The doctor walked off up the hall and left them to approach the room on their own, unaware of what may be on the other side.

Slowly they opened the large, white door. They saw a fragile looking Dannii lying in the bed. Her hands stayed clasped over her stomach firmly, her face showing weak signs of pain.

"Dan?" All three walked into the room and looked down at her.

Dannii managed to look up at them, seeing Cheryl's eyes red and puffy from where she was crying. "Hi." She forced herself to smile at them all.

Simon came over and sat on the edge of the bed, "Why didn't you tell us you didn't feel well?"

"Because I didn't feel the need to. You don't need to know what's going on with me all the time!"

"I do if you're going to do that in the middle of a show!" Simon snapped.

"Simon!" Cheryl spoke for the first time, glaring at him, "No, stress, remember." She warned him.

"Sorry." Simon looked down like a little boy being scolded by its mother. "Look, I better phone Holly and explain everything." He saved himself from further embarrassment and he stood up and left.

"I need to get going, sorry." Louis placed her phone on the side next to her, before wishing her well and leaving the room after Simon.

Dannii sighed and looked at Cheryl who seemed to be analysing her every move.

"Do you want me to ask them for some pain killers for you?" She spoke upon seeing Dannii wince another time.

Dannii shook her head, "No. They said it may harm the baby."

"And what about you?" Cheryl snapped upon hearing the doctors words before. "What about your pain?"

"It's worth it, isn't it?" Dannii forced herself to smile but couldn't cover up the ounce of doubt in her voice.

"Is it? Is it really, Dannii? The doctor said you're at risk of dying if you go through with this." She told her, trying to talk sense into the older woman.

"And?" Dannii looked unaffected, "It's one life for another and if I can't have this baby I think I will die anyway. I don't want to let Kris down. He's wanted children for so long and now all I have to do is tell him, just this one detail and it'll all be down the drain."

"Dannii! Please! You can't do this!"

"I have to. I have no choice." She told her.

"I don't think Kris will want you to do this either." Cheryl glared, threateningly at her.

"Well Kris can fuck off! I'm not telling him anyway!"

"What?" She fumed, "You have to! He needs to know!"

"No he doesn't!"

"Dannii, It's his baby to!"

"I know. But he doesn't need to know, he won't understand. Please Cheryl." She looked pleadingly at Cheryl, she opened her mouth to plead another time but stopped and hissed in pain, clutching her stomach.

Cheryl jumped up and raced over to her. She propped the pillows up to make Dannii ore comfortable and rubbed her back, "What if this happens when you're with him?"

"Then I'll think on the spot! Please Cheryl, please."

Cheryl stood up, doubt still in her face, she went to talk but the door opened and in walked Kris. "Dannii!" He raced over and hugged her. Dannii gave Cheryl another look, asking her not to once again.

Title - The scientist, Coldplay