A/N: Brooke's sonogram experience was inspired and loosely based upon the sonogram experience a friend of mine had to go through several months ago, and due to that, this chapter is dedicated to her unborn son, Jayson…
All That She Wants
Chapter Ten
"Turn it off."
The nurse sighed.
"No!" Brooke grabbed the nurse's hand. "Not yet!"
"Ms. Davis-"
"No, please! Maybe it's just hard to find?" Her voice cracked. "Shy?"
"I'm sorry," the nurse murmured. She moved the detector across Brooke's belly as she took it away. A small blip sounded from the machine.
"What was that?" Brooke's eyes were almost bulging from her head. "You heard that, right?"
The nurse looked anxiously at the doctor. When he gave a nod, she moved it back across the line in the jell that she'd made across Brooke's stomach. The machine blipped again.
"Right there!" Brooke cried. "That's something. That's it, right? That's my baby?"
The nurse slowly moved the detector along the line until she found the blip for a third time, this time keeping it there. The blip continued steadily.
Brooke couldn't help herself. Tears were running down the sides of her face. "Please," she begged, "tell me that's it!"
"I believe so." Dr. Hanville made a note onto his clip board.
"Oh God," Brooke breathed. "Thank you. Thank you!"
"You're not out of the woods yet, Ms. Davis. The fact still remains that you were bleeding last night when you were admitted."
"What caused it?"
"We think you may have still had a miscarriage."
"What?" Brooke's hand shakily pointed to the sonogram screen. "But you just said yourself that there's a heartbeat on that screen! How can there be a heartbeat without a baby?!"
"Calm down," the doctor demanded. "Stressing yourself out like this will only cause both of you more harm."
Brooke pressed her teeth together like a rabid dog. "Then tell me what's going on!"
"We believe you may have suffered from Vanishing Twin Syndrome, in which case one twin is miscarried and the other is fine. VTS has a prevalence rate of about twenty-one percent and while most often the miscarried twin is just absorbed in the womb and most women don't even realize they've miscarried, it isn't unusual for the body to dispel the miscarried twin resulting in bleeding like you experienced."
Brooke clutched the railing on her bed. "So…I was pregnant with twins and I miscarried one?"
"That's what I believe to have happened. PIH, which you've already been diagnosed with, is also quite common among pregnancies with multiples. Unfortunately you fit a several criteria for it PIH, which makes the miscarriage unsurprising."
"Does that mean I have a higher chance of miscarrying the other baby as well?"
"It's possible, especially if you continue to ignore the treatment for PIH. I told you the first time we spoke that bed rest was essential and that doesn't exclude cheerleading…which with your injured wrist, you shouldn't even be doing in the first place."
"I have to quit the team completely then."
"It would be a wise choice, if you plan to continue the pregnancy."
Brooke pulled nervously at a strand of her hair. "I do." She shook her head. "I guess I didn't realize how serious I had it…but just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it, immediately."
The nurse picked up a soft towel and began to wipe Brooke's stomach off.
"First of all, you'll need something to eat. I'll send in someone to get your breakfast order and I'll have her bring in some prenatal vitamins as well."
"Thank you." She pulled the blankets back up over her belly. "When will I be able to leave?"
"I'd like to monitor you for a few more hours, but I'd say you could probably leave by this evening if all goes well."
"Good…" Brooke nodded more to herself than to him. She glanced around the room and spotted the telephone. "Does that dial out?"
"You'll need to press nine first."
The nurse smiled and wheeled the table with the phone on it to Brooke's bedside, in place of the sonogram machine. As she pushed the sonogram machine back out of the room, she gave Brooke a little wave. "Congratulations."