Hey thanks to everyone who has stayed with me through my story so far! I am soooo sorry that it has been so long! For the last two weeks I have had about ten minutes on the computer per day! But hopefully I will have more soon because school is almost over!

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Ok sorry for the long authors note! Please read and enjoy!

Amy and Ashley stared at each other, wordlessly. Ashley looked up at her older sister. Then they heard a quiet beep and they both looked at test. There was a small negative sigh. Amy let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, and Ashley relaxed. Amy looked into the mirror, trying to think clearly, but what she saw didn't help. She was a ghost. Pale white, ashen looking, like a zombie. Tears started to form in her eyes, but she shook them away so she could concentrate on Ashley. "What were you thinking? You've seen me go through this! How could you do something so stupid?"

Ashley glared at Amy, but there was a hint of fear in her eyes at her sister's ghastly appearance. She spoke harshly, not stopping to think. "I had protection, unlike you! I actually planned it!" As soon as the words left her mouth Ashley wanted them back. She snapped her mouth shut, "Wait. Forget that...What happened to you?"

"Don't change the subject Ashley! Who was it?" Amy turned from the mirror to face her sister. She felt betrayed. Ashley had seen what Amy had been through with John, and then she'd just gone off and had sex. Amy heard the phone ring and instinctively tensed but remained staring at Ashley.

"Thomas." Ashley stated it as if it was no big deal, something she did every day.

"John and Ben are in the hospital...John is getting better, Ben…" She trailed off, hearing Ricky coming through the hall. Ashley quickly threw out the test and Amy looked at Ricky. "What is it?"

Ricky leaned against the door way, suddenly looking tired but relieved. "John is ok. We can go pick him up later today."

At first Amy could only stand there and stare at Ricky. Then she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ricky! John will be ok! I was worried…" She leaned back and looked at Ricky, thinking of Ben.

Ricky caught the look in her eyes. "I was getting to that. He is out of surgery but still in critical condition… Anything could happen."

Amy looked down, feeling numb. She struggled to breathe, overcome with relief as well as fear and sadness. "I want to go see him and John." She whispered in a small voice. Ricky simply nodded and towed her to the car, her legs barely moving.

They were both silent on the ride, and when they got into the hospital lobby. Ricky walked up to the nurse and asked for John's room number. She looked up surprised, as if she thought that Amy and Ricky were too young to be parents, but she simply told Ricky that John was in room 574. Ricky nodded and he and Amy walked towards the room.

Ricky was the first to walk in, but Amy wasn't sure. Ricky came back out, looking confused. "Amy, aren't you coming in?"

"Ricky I don't want to break down crying." She looked at the floor where she saw a few stray tears had landed embarrassed at her fear.

Ricky smirked. "Amy, come on. Remember anything that you see in here, it will only be worse with Ben." Amy glared at him but walked in.

She looked down into a little bassinet, fighting tears. John was laying there, a needle in his arm and tubes up his nose. He looked so small and helpless. Ricky came up and wrapped his Arms around Amy, trying to console her. She gently stroked John's cheek, jerking her hand back when he whimpered. Amy's heart broke at her son's pain. She turned into Ricky, as if to hide from the sad and pitiful sight.

The two of them stood there for awhile before either one spoke."We will be back later buddy. Hang in there..." Ricky murmured quietly. He and Amy turned and went towards Ben's room. Amy had to force her legs to move. They didn't want to. Seeing John had been bad enough, and Ben would only be much worse.

The door was open when they walked by. Amy peeked in unsure what she would see. When she could see Ben, she jerked her head back as if something had slapped her. Ricky immediately supported her before she could fall. "What was it?"

Amy shook her head, unable to speak. After seeing John and then seeing whatever was in the room, she was barley coherent. Ricky leaned Amy against the wall and looked into the room himself.

At first Ricky couldn't see what Amy saw. All he could see was the other wall and bed. Then he looked at the wall directly beside him. Ben was lying on the bed, unconscious. There were several IVs sticking into his bare arm. The heart monitor beside the bed beeped gently, though the beats were oddly slow. Ricky whipped his head around, shocked, to look at Amy.

She was crumpled on the floor, unconscious. Ricky looked down at her. There were deep circles under her eyes, and she looked weak. Seeing Ben had knocked all the energy out of her. Ricky smirked, and then leaned down to cradle her in his arms. He slowly walked through the hospital, and out into the chilly, dark night, still holding the young mother in his arms.

Ok I really don't like this chapter. It feels like it is just missing something. Maybe you liked it! I won't be updating this story for a little while but I plan to write two one-shots as soon as I can. Please leave a review! Thanks!