This chapter is extremely weird, and pretty confusing! I felt like writing a detailed, weird, kinda pointless in a way - chapter! Hopefully you'll guys like it, and will actually get it. - Important question at the bottom, be sure to read it!
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Chapter Nine – Colorado Part II
The silence at Colorado Hospital was overwhelming. Doctors were silently walking back and forth, occasionally a patient would be wheeled down the hall, but other than that – there was complete silence.
Troy looked up at the clock, the tears welling up in his eyes. How had he let his happen? How did he let his only love, the woman who was carrying his baby – slip from his arms so quickly? Just an hour ago, they had been laughing together – and now she was in a room somewhere, fighting for her life.
"Troy!" Sharpay gasped. Troy quickly looked up, to see Sharpay running up to him, with the rest of the gang close behind. "Come here." She said softly, pulling him into a tight hug. "She'll be okay."
Troy pulled away, and wiped his red eyes. "I don't know, it's pretty serious." He whispered.
"How serious?" Taylor asked, moving closer.
"As in losing the baby serious, or even worse, losing her life." He said. Just saying the words, made tears start to fall from Troy's eyes again. He didn't even attempt to stop them this time.
"Gabi's strong man, she'll pull through this – I know it." Chad reassured him, then gave him a quick hug. "But she needs you to be strong for her too."
Troy slowly nodded, then sat back down.
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Two hours later, Gabriella's mother arrived at the hospital. Troy called her when he'd arrived at the hospital, and she immediately started to drive up. "How's my baby?" She asked worriedly, after she'd rushed up to the group.
Troy looked up at Ms.Montez, and immediately felt guilty. Not only had he might of taken Gabriella away from himself, but he might have taken away Ms.Montez' only child. "Not so good."
"But she'll be okay, right?" She asked, sitting down next to Troy.
"I don't know Ms.Montez." He answered truthfully. "Both lives are in balance."
Everybody sat in silence, not knowing what to say to each other in a situation like this. They'd already tried reassuring each other, but that didn't work – whatever they told each other, they all knew there was chance Gabriella and the baby could die.
"Gabriella Montez." A doctor called out, coming from the hallway.
The whole group caught up, catching the doctor by surprise. "I'm guessing she's pretty popular then." She paused, then looked down at her clipboard. "Gabriella isn't responding to the medication we've tried giving her, her condition is still critical. What I can tell you, is that she's broken her leg, and she has concussion. We don't know what other damages there are right now."
"Will she be okay though?" Zeke asked.
"I can't say. Her life will be in balance over the night, but hopefully we can get her to respond to some medication. We have to be careful, as she's pregnant we don't want to give her too much, or use strong medication with her. But for now we've plastered her leg, and given her stitches. We are planning to take her into surgery within the next hour though, if she doesn't respond."
"What about the baby?"
"We can't tell. The baby is fine right now, but the surgery might affect that. We'll try our best to save both lives." The doctor told the group.
Fresh tears started to appear in Troy's eyes. "Can we see her?" He choked.
"I'm afraid not, she's still in a critical condition, so were keeping her under observation – you'll be able to see her before she goes into surgery though – if she does."
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Troy dragged his feet down the white corridor, counting the door numbers down. 212, 213, 214. He paused before he entered the room, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, then turned the door knob around, and gently pushed the door open. He slowly reopened his eyes, and looked over to the bed. There she was.
"Mr Bolton, we'll be taken her into surgery in about fifteen minutes – so you have until then." The doctor told him, then walked past him, back out of the room.
Troy walked over to the bed, and sat down in the chair next to it. "Hey." She said softly. He waited for a reply – but he knew he wouldn't get one. "I'm really sorry." He said after a pause. "This is my entire fault – I shouldn't have taken you out, or I should have told you to get off the road – I should have saved you."
He looked down at Gabriella's stitched up face – there was certain paleness around it. She didn't look like the normal Gabriella, she looked cold, ill, hurt. He gently touched her face, and spoke once more. "But you have to get through his, you and the baby do. I can't do this on my own. I can't go on with life on my own. We had it all planned, we'd go to college, get a house or something – Gabriella I promised you that you'd get to go to college too, so you have to wake up."
"You've always wanted to go to college. You're going to have the baby, and have a year off, then enjoy life – then you're going to start. We had it all planned." He cried softly. "We had it all planned."
He looked down at her once more, and begged for a reply – but there was nothing, but a reply of silence.
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Gabriella woke up slowly, and sat herself up. She reached over to the table, and picked up the remote, then turned the TV on.
"Superstar Troy Bolton was rushed to hospital early this morning. Ironically, this is the day his girlfriend, Gabriella Montez died just four years ago. Troy has been depressed ever since the death of Gabriella, and has publicly checked into many rehabs since the car accident that tragically killed her." The woman on the screen read out.
Gabriella sat up even further, and gasped. "What!?" She shouted aloud. Was she dead?! No surely, she was alive – she was awake right now!
"Reports have been saying that Troy's been suicidal since the death of Gabriella, but his rep is denying all rumours."
Gabriella switched the TV off, then jumped out of bed, and started feeling her arms. She was alive! But what about Troy, - was he?! Gabriella walked across the room, and opened the door. She slowly crept out of her room, and started to walk down the hallway. She looked in each room, but no luck – until she reached the last room in the corridor.
She gasped, as she saw Troy lying in the bed, looking positively dead. She rushed to his side, and began violently shaking him. "Wake up!" She shouted. "Troy – you're not dead! And neither am I!"
There was no response. Gabriella sat on the chair, next to the bed, and threw her head into his chest. "You can't be dead! Their saying I'm dead too, but I'm not Troy – I'm not! So you can wake up now, and we can leave!"
Still no response, and Gabriella was getting impatient. "You have to wake up, so you can go to college! But wait, the reporter said you were a superstar, so you must be famous.. Have you already been to college without me?! But Troy, we had it all planned!" She cried. "We had it all planned.."
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Troy reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small square box. He stared at it for a while, then opened it – to reveal a gold engagement ring inside, it was beautiful. He gently took the ring out of the box, and twirled it around his fingers.
"I was supposed to give you this tonight, before we reached the hotel, I was going to take you for a little walk and propose. I know were young, but your already pregnant, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I just know it. You're the only one I want in my life, I don't want any other girls – I want you. And I know that for certain."
He looked back down at the ring, then at Gabriella. He gently picked her hand up, and slid the ring onto her finger. "You keep this safe for now." He whispered, then kissed her softly on the cheek. "I love you, and I know your going to pull through." He told her, then got up, and walked out of the room.
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"Okay so let me get this clear," Gabriella said to herself, walking around the room. "Apparently, I'm dead, you're a pro basketball player, and now you're dead? Or badly injured? And you're suicidal?"
"I don't remember any of this, I just remember up to-" Gabriella froze, as she looked back. "I got run over, I remember dancing, and then the bright lights – you shouted out for me Troy, yeah you did, but it was too late." She gasped. "Maybe I am dead.."
She held her hands out, and looked at them, and froze once more. What the hell was that ring doing on her finger!? "Is that, an engagement ring?" She paused, and brought her hand closer. "Have you proposed to me Troy!?"
She didn't expect an answer, but she needed the questions to be said aloud, she needed to know she wasn't dead.
"God this is so confusing!" She exclaimed. "Maybe this is some kind of freaky dream. If the last thing that happened was I got run over, I must be in the hospital – unconscious or something.."
She looked over to Troy, trying to figure out what was happening. "Now I know for a fact you're not a pro basketball player yet, and you're looking a little older than the last time I saw you.. We've gone ahead in time." She gasped, then ran over to Troy. "You're after college Troy!"
She looked down at herself. "And I'm still me. I've got it! This is you, if I died – that's what that news reporter was on about! In this life, I died. So how do I make sure I'm alive in my real life?"
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"What's taken them so long!?" Sharpay shouted. They'd been waiting for the result of Gabriella's surgery for nearly three hours, and were starting to get worried.
"You don't think-" Troy started.
"She's not dead Troy, she can't be." Taylor told him firmly.
"Gabriella Montez." The doctor called out. Everybody rushed out of their seats, and over to the female doctor. "I'm pleased to tell you that the surgery has gone well, both Gabriella and the baby are fine."
This seems pretty short, but it's just because its a bit more detailed that usual. Now I have a big question for you guys!
Shall I keep them on a roadtrip, or keep them in New Mexico? Personally I'm having some trouble finding them things to do in each state, without making it boring.. But it's upto you! If you want me to continue writing about the roadtrip, I will!
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