So, as usual I'd like to start off by saying thank you to all you reviewers! I'm glad you're all enjoying the story so far :-) makes me happy to see such positive feedback! I'd also like to add that while I loved the new episode of PP this week, I'm a little disappointed of the way Sam acted around Addie. First of all he took way too long to decide what he wanted and then when she poured her heart out to him, (which made me cry. by the way.) HE JUST STOOD THERE! Ugh, Shonda, you really make me cranky sometimes! OK, Im done with my rambling...moving on to chapter 9 :-)
A/N: I do not own Private Practice.
~*30 Weeks Pregnant*~
Addison woke early the next morning, with a strong feeling that something was wrong. The bed felt damp and her joints were aching painfully as she struggled to sit up, trying not to wake Sam, who was sleeping soundly beside her. She had the strong urge to go back to sleep, but the pain she was feeling in her lower midsection began to get worse as she shuffled her way to the bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, she could see why the bed felt damp. Her pajama bottoms were stained with red all the way down to her knees.
"Shit," she groaned as the sight of her own blood caused a wave of dizziness to wash over her. Addison was never afraid of blood-she was a world-class neonatal surgeon who saw blood on a daily basis. It was the sight of her own blood-and what it could mean-that made her sick with fear.
"Sam!" she cried out in panic as a fresh jolt of pain shot through her midsection. "Sam!" she clutched the sink for support, trying hard to stay conscious as the bathroom tiles became dotted with red. Sam woke up and groaned when he saw the time on his alarm clock. It was 4:30 in the morning and had a major surgery scheduled in the next couple of hours.
"Its 4:30 in the morning, Addison...what are you..." he noticed the large red stain on her side of the bed and flipped off the covers.
"Sam!" she cried again, praying for him to wake up. She couldn't stay conscious much longer and slumped to the floor, one hand still gripping the sink. Sam burst into the bathroom and gasped when he saw Addison lying in a small pool of her own blood.
"Addie!" he shouted and rushed to her side, relieved to see that she was still awake. Her eyelids fluttered and she gave him a weak smile.
"Sam." she managed to whisper as he reached down to feel her pulse.
"Stay with me, Addie." he said as he frantically pulled out his phone. "You're gonna be ok."
"The baby. I'm...loosing our baby..."
"No. Stay with me, Addie...please. I'm calling for help!" Addison could feel herself slipping as Sam began to shout into his phone.
"This is Dr. Samuel Bennett, I need an ambulance at 513 Oceanside Avenue!" he shouted in panic as Addison's eyes began to close. "Addison! Talk to me, honey!" he held her face in his hands. She could hear him, but he sounded far away. It took every ounce of strength to open her eyes. Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he looked into them.
"Sam...the baby..." she said in a voice barely above a whisper. Sam held her hand and squeezed it gently.
"I know, baby. Help is on the way, I promise."
"I'm...sleepy..." her eyelids drooped again. It would be so much easier to give in to the blackness rather than fight against it. "Sam..."
"Keep talking to me, Addie. Please!" she couldn't fight it anymore. Exhausted, she closed her eyes and allowed the blackness to claim her.
"What the hell happened?" Charlotte demanded when Sam burst through the doors of St Ambrose Hospital. He ran beside the gurney, trying desperately to keep a hold on Addison's limp hand.
"She's unconscious and loosing blood fast. We need an OR, NOW!" he shouted at her.
"We've got one ready, Sam I'm sorry but I can't let you in there." she said coldly as he was about to go through the double doors.
"I have to, it's Addison, and that's my kid!"
"Which is why I can't let you go in. I'm sorry but you are going to have to wait in the waiting room. Pete-go with him and make sure he stays there!" Pete nodded and put a hand on Sam's shoulder, gently leading him away as Charlotte followed the gurney into the OR. Sam followed him numbly, unable to believe that he was forbidden to help his best friend and unborn child.
"Who's in there with her?" he asked once they reached the waiting room.
"Charlotte, Naomi, and Amelia are in there now, and Cooper is there just in case. Sam-what happened?" Pete asked.
"What is Cooper doing in there?" Sam demanded, ignoring Pete's question.
"Charlotte paged Cooper in case they need to deliver the baby." Sam began to pace, realizing that there weren't enough people in that OR.
"I have to get in there," he said suddenly, resisting the urge to sink his fist in the wall. "Screw Charlotte. There aren't enough people." he started to leave but Pete caught his arm, forcing him back.
"Sam, no." he said firmly. "You can't."
"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do! There aren't enough people!" Sam said frantically, shoving Pete's arm off his shoulder. "Charlotte and Naomi can't take care of her alone...I have to help...they can't..."
"I'll go." Pete said suddenly, instantly stopping Sam's rant.
"What?" Sam asked incredulously.
"You stay here, do you understand me? I'm going in there." Sam nodded and sank onto the couch, tiredly rubbing his eyes.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"No problem. I'll send someone out with an update as soon as I can."
"Right."
"What the hell are you doing in my OR?" Charlotte demanded when Pete burst in. "I thought I told you to keep an eye on Sam!"
"Yeah. I paged Sheldon, you people need me in here. How's she doing?"
"The placenta is sitting over her cervix which is causing the bleeding. Naomi was able to put in a few closure stitches to prevent her labor from progressing, however, she's lost a lot of blood, she's going to need a transfusion."
Charlotte reported.
"Damn," Pete muttered just as the machines started beeping like crazy.
"Charlotte, her BP is dropping!" Naomi cried frantically. "Where the hell is that blood?"
"Right here," Amelia announced, darting into the room and handing the bags over to Charlotte.
"About time," she growled. "Naomi, set up a central line and start the IV!"
"On it!" Her hands were shaking violently as she struggled with the line.
"Bennett!" Charlotte barked. "Your hands are shaking, step away from my patient!"
"I almost have it, just give me a minute!" she continued to fumble, but her vision became blurry as tears stung her eyes.
"Dr. Bennett. Step away." Pete's voice was gentle. Naomi backed away and allowed him to take over.
"Out! No crying in my OR!" Charlotte commanded. Naomi didn't move. She watched as Pete expertly set up the line and hung up the IV, breathing a sigh of relief when her stats started to stabilize. Pete turned to face her.
"Naomi, we got it under control. Go find Sam-tell him that mom and baby are going to be fine." Naomi stood frozen, unable to believe that her best friend almost bled out in front of her eyes.
"Naomi?" he asked gently. She shook her head, unable to speak. "Naomi, Addie's going to be fine. Go find Sam, he needs you." he touched her shoulder gently. Naomi snapped out of her thoughts and nodded, eager to get out of the room as fast as possible. She yanked off her scrub cap and hurried to the waiting room, where Sam was waiting with his head in his hands, along with Violet, Sheldon and Cooper. All four looked up at the sound of her footsteps.
"Nay?" Sam asked questioningly.
"She's going to be fine," Naomi announced. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened in there? Why did she..." Sam started to ask.
"The placenta was sitting over her cervix which was causing the bleeding. I was able to do a few closure stitches to stop her labor from progressing. She needed a transfusion-Pete administered the central line." Naomi paused. "She'll have to be on bed-rest for the remainder of her pregnancy." Sam grimaced, knowing Addie would throw a fit over the word "bed-rest."
"The baby is ok though?" he asked just to make sure. Naomi nodded.
"Yes. She is strong and healthy, just like mom."
"When can I go see her?"
"As soon as they finish up in the OR. Shouldn't be long, Charlotte was closing her up when I came to find you." Sam nodded and took his ex-wife's hand.
"Thank you," he said softly, gently squeezing her hand. "You saved two lives today. You kicked ass." Naomi smiled.
"Go be with Addie. She'll want you in there."
"Are you ok?" he asked her, noticing how tired she looked.
"I'm fine, Sam. Just go."
So what do you think? I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter-my medical knowledge is pretty limited-but thanks to my friend NKOBROCKS2007 and google, I found what is called "placenta pervia" which is basically what Addie has in this chapter. I tried to make it as accurate as possible, hope you all enjoyed it!
Next chapter-Sam tells Addie she will need to be on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy.
