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Baby S
Chapter Eleven
All I can for what you about to see is that this is by far the worst night of my entire life.
It was just around closing time for the club, which Troy wished had come a little earlier he had spent most of his time hiding away from the groupies below and talking to Jake about any and everything. As he lifted his jacket off the V.I.P. sofa, he frowned as he realized that a certain weight was missing. Sliding his hand into his lower jacket pocket he instantly frowned. Seeing his friend's face, Jake walked over his face full of concern. "Yo, man what's wrong?" Troy looked up at him as he patted his sides down.
"My phone…it's missing." He replied. "Damn, I don't know if Taylor's called me or anything." He muttered instantly feeling bad for his neglect. Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"Here call her up with mine." He stated quickly as he stood by his friend, taking the phone Troy dialed Taylor's number and waited, he slowly began pacing back and forth as he listened to the phone ring over and over again in his ear. Once he reached the voicemail he hung up and looked over at Jake.
"She's not picking up." He stated his voice holding every ounce of panic he was currently feeling. Jake quickly spoke up deciding that Troy needed someone to actually calm him down so his mind wouldn't wonder with all the awful possibilities that it could make him.
"Maybe she didn't hear it?"
"No, when I'm not home at night she keeps the phone by the bed. Just in case I call her or she calls me." He stated as he dialed another number.
"Who are you calling now?"
"My father-in-law." Troy replied, he placed the phone up to his ear and waited. After a few months the phone picked up and he heard Sean McKessie's irritated voice coming through on the other end.
"Hello?" the older man asked harshly, Troy quickly spoke up in fear that the other man would hang up on him.
"Sean…this is Troy and I-."
"Where the hell have you been boy?" the older man bellowed, immediately letting Troy know that he was indeed furious with him. "We've been calling you all freaking night." A cold sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, Troy took a slow gulp and licked his lips.
"What do you mean? Why were you doing that?" he asked instantly fearful of the reply.
"Some sicko broke into the house, the police think he was going to rob the place, but Taylor she came downstairs for some reason and caught him. She's been unconscious since I found her so I don't know all the details." He replied his voice picking up as he relied the horrible details of the night. Troy's eyes immediately watered.
"Is she okay? The baby."
"The doctors are working on her right now…she was bleeding so bad," the voice trailed off and Troy heard a sniffle. If Sean was crying then he knew it had to be bad. "Troy, I think you just need to get here."
"Okay okay…where are you?"
"Los Angeles Memorial, she's…just hurry." The phone went dead as Troy quickly dashed out of the V.I.P booth, with Jake right on his heels.
"Man, what's happened…what happened." Jake asked as he finally was able to get in front of Troy who was about to literally throw himself into his car. Looking at his friend with an impatient stare that bordered on hostile he spoke.
"My wife was assault by some criminal and now she's in the hospital and I have to get there." Jake nodded his head.
"Alright well I'm driving you're in no condition." He snatched the keys from Troy and slipped into the driver's seat. "Get in." Troy didn't need to be told twice, he rushed around the car and got in. Jake pulled off, and the looked at him. "So where is she?"
"Memorial." Troy replied hunched over, his stomach was literally rolling at the moment. He was beyond sick. All he could think about was Taylor being injured and him no where to be found to help her. He barely saw, the city as Jake sped by getting him to his destination all he could do was pray that Taylor and their child lived.
It seemed to take forever to reach the hospital when in reality it was basically less than five minutes, Jake barely was able to park the car before Troy jumped out and rushed inside. After a few seconds Jake followed close behind him. Troy entered the hospital in a dead on sprint, his eyes frantically searching for his in-laws and son. Anthony. Oh god, he had to be alright too. Turning around quickly and finding no one he was looking for he rushed to the information desk. "Excuse me, ma'am my wife was brought in and she's pregnant and-."
"What's her name sir." The woman asked just as Jake came up.
"Um…Taylor Bolton." The woman typed a few keys and then bent her head slightly to read the screen.
"She's on floor three." Troy nodded and then took off again with Jake following close behind. He made sure to stay out of Troy's way as he followed him up the stairs and unto the third floor. The doors opened directly into the waiting room. Troy instantly froze as he saw his father-in-law pacing and while Denise held his sleeping son. Denise looked up first and noticed him right away.
"Troy…oh my goodness thank God you're here."
"Yeah, finally." Sean replied as he walked over to him, and stared him down. Troy watched the older man silently and then looked over at his son whose tear stained face was composed in a look of fitful sleep.
"Have you heard anything?" he asked, Sean who slowly shook his head. It was the first time, he noticed that Sean was in a pair of scrubs. "What happened to your clothes?" Turning around to look at him, Sean frowned.
"I was covered in her blood." He snapped his voice lowering in an attempt not to wake his grandson. "I was covered in her blood, and I was basically scaring Anthony so I changed, but you know what I don't think the mystery surrounding my clothing is something you ought to be considering yourself with…instead why don't you ask about your wife."
"You said she was unconscious."
"Unconscious since I found her…the police are out looking for the bastard…thank God you guys live in a gated community they think they have him on video." Sean replied as he shook his head. "I just wish I could have gotten my hands on him." Troy nodded his head in understanding, he too wished his father-in-law or him had gotten their hands on the man.
"How long has she been back there?"
"Hours…and no one will tell us anything, I mean do they really think we just want to sit out here and wait." He finished the sentence with a quick shout that made Denise jumped. Sean's eyes went to hers and he lowered his head. "Sorry."
"It's okay, Sean…we just have to remember to keep the faith…Taylor will be okay and so will the baby." She replied with a soft timid voice, as if she was afraid that if she voiced her hope that her daughter and granddaughter would be okay somehow someone would come along and take that away from her. Sean placed his hands on his hips and nodded his head.
"You're right…we just have to keep the faith." He whispered, Troy nodded as well and moved to a chair sitting down. He lowered his head and looked at his hands; his eyes immediately fixated themselves on his wedding ring. As he sat there he allowed himself some tears, he was scared out of his mind…and this time around Taylor wasn't there to comfort him.
It was nearly two hours later when the doctor finally came out into the waiting room. By that time, Sharpay and Zeke were there and his parents were flying up from New Mexico with Taylor's brother Vince. He immediately rushed over to the doctor and grasped his shoulders. "How is she? Is she alright? What about our baby?" he asked rapidly shooting off a string of questions. Zeke and Jake quickly pulled him away from the doctor. The man looked at Troy and realized that this was going to be harder than he expected.
"Your wife is alive though right now she is still unconscious, we believe that she will make a full recovery." Troy nodded his head and closed his eyes as everyone else celebrated around him. She was alright she was going to make it. He sent up a special thank you to God praising him for allowing Taylor to make it through this ordeal. Opening his eyes he looked at the doctor.
"And our baby."
"There were some issues with the child, the fall seem to bruise some of the baby's tissues, especially the brain. Right now it's touch and go and we will be motioning the situation." Troy felt all the elation he had been feeling release from his body like air from a balloon.
"But she's going to make it."
"I can not in good conscience say that." The doctor replied softly as he looked at Troy. "We have the best doctors on the case though, and we will try everything within our power to make sure that your child lives." Troy bowed his head and started crying. He couldn't hold it in any longer, the doctor watched him silently before speaking. "I can take you to go and see your daughter right now while the nurses transfer your wife to another room.
"I would like that very much." He whispered brokenly, the doctor nodded and then turned on his heel. Troy followed behind the man silently wondering exactly what he was going to tell Taylor when she woke up about their baby. He followed the doctor down the hallway, until they came to a room surrounded in glass with nurses inside. "Your baby is premature which is why she's in here as well…now you're going to have to put some scrubs on and then the nurse will take you to see your child." Troy nodded and then the doctor headed off down the hallway. Troy stepped inside and the nurse directed him to the changing room. He quickly scrubbed in, and then came out. The nurse looked at him as he came back out.
"Sir what child are seeing."
"I'm suppose to be here for Bolton." She looked it up, and the motioned for him to follow her. She led him to a small cradle covered in glass. He froze and stayed back for a moment as he viewed his child. There were wires everywhere; he looked over at the nurse.
"Are all those necessary?"
"We have to motion her…more so than older patients mainly because they can't talk to us." She replied as she turned look at him. "Come here please, its okay." As Troy neared the cradle, he gasped as he saw just how small his child was. "She certainly is precious." The nurse replied softly as she placed a hand on Troy's shoulder. "Now all you have to do, is slip your hands through this holes here and your hands will be inside of those gloves and then you can interact with her. I find that to be a good thing for these children, it pushes them." She stated as she stared up into Troy's face. "Now don't be scared, I know she looks fragile but she is incredibly strong willed…she wants to be here." She whispered calmly as she looked at him. Troy nodded and slipped his hands inside of the cradle gloves the nurse watched for a few minutes and then backed away leaving him so time to get to know his daughter in private. Troy flexed his hands for a moment getting used to the gloves before he reached out and touched a single finger to his daughter's hand. The baby squirmed at the touched and blinked her eyes opened. Troy found himself smiling as he looked at his daughter. She was like the nurse said precious. He took the time to count each and every finger and toe while talking to her.
"Hey, baby girl…,"he paused and chuckle, he never touch he would sound like Sean McKessie but here he was talking just like the man. "Hey, this is your daddy talking to you." He whispered as he bent his knees slightly so his face was level with his daughter's head. As she turned towards his voice, Troy was rewarded with a soft gurgle and a flailing of her closes arm. The action immediately brought a smile to his face. "Guess you got a little bit of your mother in you huh…you're a fighter, a Bolton fighter." He whispered as he looked down at her with pride in his voice and on his face. "You and momma gave everybody quite a scare but it's all going to work out. The police are going to catch the guy that did this to you and mommy I promise." He whispered softly to her as he stared into the soft brown eyes of his daughter. Taking his finger he brushed it over the soft small curls that were resting on top of her hand. "You're beautiful just like your mother…just like your mother." He whispered as he watched her for a few more seconds. He couldn't believe how small she was though, Anthony had been a small baby but even he was much bigger than his sister currently was. "You're going to be fine, and you're going to get out of here as soon as possible sweetie. I can't wait to take you home." Troy stayed with her for a little while longer, just content with watching her move around as much as she could. Every move his daughter made with her body confirmed for him more and more that his child was going to be fine. After a while the nurse came and told him that his daughter needed her rest. Lowering his head he pressed a kiss to it, and then stepped back. His mind now on Taylor, and making sure that she was okay.
As he made his way down the hallway, towards Taylor's room he saw his father-in-law standing outside talking to a police officer. Rushing over his face full of concern he spoke. "Is everything okay…did you catch him?" he asked looking between Sean and the police officer. The officer looked down for a moment and then spoke.
"Not exactly."
"What kind of answer is that? The man attacked my wife and you tell me you didn't exactly catch him." Troy snapped out angrily. "So what happened did you let him leave."
"No, our officers shot him down when he draw a gun on us." The officer replied his anger coming through. "One of our people was shot in the process…so he's dead, but there is a question that we would like to ask you." He asked calmly, Troy already feeling like an ass for yelling at the man just nodded his head.
"Ask away."
"When we searched the man, we found a phone on his person…well one that he hadn't broken and we traced the number just to see if we could get an i.d on the man do you know whose phone it ended up belonging too?" Troy's mouth dropped opened in shock for a moment. The officer studied him for a moment and saw that Sean was also watching as well. "It was your telephone…your cellphone." Troy had time to blink before Sean had him around the collar while slamming him at the same time against a wall.
"What da hell did you do to my daughter?" he snapped out angrily, while he and Troy struggled. Shaking his head in surprise Troy tried his best to get the older man off of him.
"I would never hurt her." He exclaimed as he looked at the older man. "I would never hurt her." He cried out angry that he was being excused of instigating the whole incident. Sean looked down at him for a moment and then stepped back just as Zeke and Jake came rushing down the hallway. The officer waited till everyone was silent before speaking.
"If you didn't hurt her then can you tell me how the man got hold of your phone?" he asked taking out a small notepad.
"It was at the club…I had to be there because it was the grand opening and my boss wanted some Laker presence he thought it would good for the team if we get some publicity."
"So are you saying that it was taken then."
"It was in my jacket…I took it off because it was so hot in there and then when I was ready to leave it wasn't there anymore." He finished his statement and looked at Jake hoping that he would speak up.
"He's right…he spent the entire night with me, and when it was all over we couldn't find his phone so he used my phone to call home." Sean nodded his head and looked over at Troy with regret.
"He's right…that was how they found out, Troy called on his phone cause I certainly didn't recognize the number." The officer nodded his head for a moment and then spoke again.
"Do you have any enemies? Anyone that would want to hurt you or your wife." Troy shook his head.
"I…no there's no one I can think of, maybe this was just a crazy guy or something." Troy replied trying to figure out why someone would try to attack his family…his wife. The officer nodded his head for a moment.
"I think we know what happened, after looking over the phone we found a text message that seemed to be sent just a little while before the attack." Troy bowed his head as he realized that his phone had been used by some sicko that wanted to hurt his family.
"So you're saying you don't know why this happened?"
"The main suspect is dead…and we can't, we don't even know the motive behind all of this. He was our lead and he's dead now." The man stated softly as he looked at Sean and Troy. "I'm sorry that we couldn't bring you complete justice." When neither man spoke, he gave them all a curt nod and then walked down the hallway leaving them alone. Once he was gone, Sean looked over at Troy and sighed.
"I'm sorry about grabbing you Troy…I-."
"No, its okay…I would have done the exact same thing." He muttered, "Can we see Taylor…I want to see her." He whispered as he looked towards the hospital door she was currently in. Sean nodded his head for a moment and sighed.
"Yeah, she in there and she's awake…she was asking for you." Troy didn't need to hear anymore; pushing by open the door he slipped into the room and saw both Sharpay and Taylor's mother sitting by her bedside quietly talking to her. Looking towards the sofa, he paused for a moment and then looked towards his son who was quietly looking at him and then over towards Taylor. Once Taylor saw him she immediately sat up despite the pain.
"Troy." She called her eyes watering at the sight of him, moving quickly to her side, he wiped the stray strains of hair off her face and then kissed her passionately while holding her in his arms as best as he could without causing her pain. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as well returning his kisses.
"Oh baby I'm so sorry I wasn't there…how are you feeling?" he asked as he looked her over. She watched him for a moment and then gave him a weary look.
"I'm fine…how's the baby, mom told me that I had her."
"She's premature, but I just saw her and she looks fine…she looks like she's going to make it." He whispered as he placed his forehead on top of her while breathing in her scent. "I'm so glad you both are already." He whispered.
"Me too…I thought I was never going to see you again." She whispered brokenly as she leant back to study him. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was about to get even more intimate Sharpay and Taylor excused themselves while leaving Anthony on the sofa under the careful watch of his parents. Once they were gone, Taylor looked over at over at Anthony and graced him with a smile. Troy followed her glaze and saw his son silently watching them.
"Hey, son." He whispered as he looked at him, before bending down and watching for a moment. Anthony sat up and looked at his father. Taylor watched as father and son looked at each other moments before Anthony wrapped his little arms around Troy's neck.
"Daddy." The little boy sighed with relief as he snuggled into his father's arm relief flowing through his body as he held the man he knew would protect him and his mother. Troy closed his eyes and held him tightly as he rubbed a hand up and down his small back.
"Troy bring him over here." Taylor whispered as she looked at the two of them, Troy stood and hoisted Anthony onto his side and carried him over to Taylor's bedside. They both watched as Anthony carefully climbed on the bed and laid down next to his mother. Smiling, Taylor wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.
"Hey sweetie." She whispered as she brushed a hand through his hair. Snuggling closer, Anthony draped an arm over her stomach and held her tightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked his voice soft as if he feared the answer that his mother was going to give him. Moving her arm, she lifted his little face so that she was looking him directly in the eyes.
"I'm fine sweetie…Mommy's all better." She whispered as she leant forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. The little boy sighed and snuggled deeper into his mother's embrace. Troy sat there watching them silently for a while until they drifted off to sleep. Once he was sure that they were comfortable, he walked over to the sofa that was inside the room. Grabbing a blanket that was sitting on the end of Taylor's bed he settled on the sofa took one last look at his family, pausing briefly he thought about his daughter and how she would eventually be joining them when they had family moments like these.
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Troy was brought out of his sleep by a hand shaking his shoulder furiously; blinking his eyes open he looked up and stared into the face of the doctor who had been over his wife and daughter's care. Jerking up he looked over at his wife and son and saw them there. "Mr. Bolton it's your daughter." The man stated his face solemn as he looked down at him. Making sure to keep his voice down as he wouldn't frighten his wife and son Troy spoke.
"What do you mean? What's happened?" he asked hoarsely as he found it extremely difficult to talk.
"Sir just come with me." He stated, Troy quickly jumped up from the sofa, and rushed out of the room with the doctor directly on his heels. Once out in the hallway, Troy didn't wait to hear anymore of the doctor's explanations, he just simply took off for the nursery hoping that whatever was wrong with his daughter the other man could fix. He vaguely heard the other man calling his name as he chased after him. As he rounded the corner towards the area where the nursery was kept he can to halt as he saw a group of nurses along with a two doctors working furiously on a child. Turning around he looked at the doctor in shock.
"Is that my daughter?" he asked his voice rising with fear and fury. The other man slowed his chased and walked towards him calmly. Troy impatient with the other man's lack of speed on answering his question as it again and took three menacing steps towards him. "Is that my daughter?"
"I didn't want you to see all this." He replied softly as he looked at the man who was now turning his back to him and peering into the room looking quite lost.
"What happened?"
"There was…there was some swelling on her brain, or second CAT scan detected it, and then she seized, and I came to get you. They're working on her right now."
"Will she be fine."
"Mr. Bolton, I can't say that." He replied softly his voice low. This was the part of his job that he hated. He hated having to deliver bad news, he hated not being able to give the people who looked to him for answers, hope that their love one would pull through. He couldn't do that because he fear that if indeed his words proved to be lies, he knew he could never face those people again.
"But she was fine when I saw her earlier," he turned and looked at the other man. "She looked at me, she held my finger…," he trailed off as his shoulders began to shake with silent sobs, he leaned his head against the cool glass and watched as the nurses and doctors did what they could for his daughter. He closed his eyes, and sent up a silent prayer for his daughter. As he finished he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. Lifting his head up, he met the eyes of the doctor and then he heard it. The sound that followed the absence of life, jerking his eyes up he looked into the room and saw the nurses and doctors all standing around the small bed that housed his daughter with their heads down. "No…NOOO!" he exclaimed, pushing open the door he rushed inside the room and over to his daughter's bed. Moving the doctors out of the way, he looked down in the crib and studied his daughter.
"We are terribly sorry, Mr. Bolton." One doctor whispered as he looked at the utter grief that was currently on Troy's face. Not acknowledging the doctor's words, he stepped directly up to the crib and the spoke as his hands laid on top of the glass his eyes staring down into her motionless figure still silently wheeling her to open her eyes and look at him again.
"I want to hold her."
"Mr. Bolton…I don't think…-" At his words, Troy turned around and stared at the man as if he had grown two more heads. His blue eyes darkened with rage as he looked at the man who would dare deny him this little comfort. The doctor lowered his head, and sighed. "Just for a little while." He nodded his head, and motioned towards the others. One doctor stepped forward and opened up the glass case, and reached inside taking the little baby girl out of the crib. Troy immediately stepped forward and the man placed the baby in his arms. Troy's eyes grew wet as he looked down into the emotionless face of his daughter. Her little chest no longer rising and falling with the beat of life, her eyes closed and her lips perched slightly as if she were trying to suck in that last bit of air. As he looked down at her, he slowly started crying. He watched silently as his tears dropped down and landed on her face just beneath her eyes giving off the impression that she too was crying. Walking over to a nearby wall, he slumped down until he was sitting on the floor.
By the time that Jack and Lillian Bolton arrived at the hospital they had been informed almost immediately about their son's loss. Jack held Lillian in his arms as he looked at Sean whose eyes were red from crying. "Where's Troy?" Jack asked softly as he peered into the room where his daughter-in-law was being comforted by her mother and Sharpay Evans. Sean rubbed a hand over his chin and then spoke up softly.
"He's still in the nursery…and he won't come out." Sean replied softly as he looked at the other man. I've been in there and so have Zeke and Jake." Jack noticed the look at that Sean had on his face as he thought about Troy.
"What exactly is he doing in there?"
"Just holding his daughter." Sean replied softly. "He just holds her and looks her over…I think…well frankly I don't know what I think." He whispered softly as he looked at Jack. "I think you and your wife should go and see him."
"Of course can you show us where he is exactly." Sean nodded and started down the hallway. Jack and Lillian quickly fell into step behind him hoping that whatever they saw wouldn't be too bad. Sean stopped outside of the nursery for premature babies, and it was at that time that Jack and Lillian noticed all the doctors and nurses silently standing outside the room some with solemn looks on their faces and some with tears on their cheeks and in their eyes. "He's in there." Sean whispered softly as he pointed into the room. The sight caused Lillian's breath to catch in her throat; she latched onto Jack's arm and looked at her some with a sadness only a mother could fell. Jack watched his son silently his heart going out to him. Turning to Sean he spoke.
"We're going in." Sean nodded and watched as they pushed the door opened and slipped inside the room. Jack motioned for Lillian to stay back for a while as he went further into the room towards his son. As he neared Troy, he knelt down in front of him and looked at his granddaughter. Troy lifted his head for a moment before lowering it back down.
"You know I think I failed her…I did this to her and Taylor." He whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek, and dangled off the edge of his chin before dropping onto the baby's cheek. Lifting one hand, he gently thumbed away the tear. "Every since I accepted the offer to come to the NBA my life has been nothing but a nightmare."
"Son, you are not to blame for what happened? That asshole whoever he was…he was the one that caused all of this. You'll make yourself crazy if you run around trying to blame yourself for all of this." He whispered to him as he continued to look at his son. He had never seen Troy so broken, and as his father he never wanted to see his son like this again.
"You're right," Troy whispered causing Jack to sigh with relief at least his son wouldn't be running around blaming himself for all of his troubles. Troy lifted his head and met his father's glaze head on. "She smiled at me you know…I came to see her after she was born and she smiled at me. She waved her little fist in the air…," he trailed off his voice checking on the front of his sobs. Shaking his head he lowered it back down and lifted a hand to brush his daughter's hair. "I loo…lo…looked at her and counted ten fingers and ten toes, she was perfect." He whispered as he rocked the child back and forth in his arms. "So perfect." He whispered his tears running down his face furiously now.
"She's perfect now." Jack whispered as he moved closer to his son. "Troy…I know you're hurting but you have to let the doctors prepare her…and you need to go and see your wife she's hurting too and I know she needs you."
"I'm not help." He muttered.
"She loves you…so that makes you all the help she needs." Jack whispered softly. "Stand up, son and lay her down." Troy nodded his head, and slowly got up, Jack helped him up and then stepped back as his son walked over to the crib and laid her back down. Bending over he placed a gentle kiss on the cold forehead of the innocent little girl and broke down crying. Jack walked over to him and pulled him into a crushing hug. Troy sagged against him weakly as his sobs racked his body, leaving him a tearful mess in his father's arms.
"Why, did this have to happen." He cried out painfully as he looked at him. "Why." Jack shook his head and pulled him closer.
"I don't know son…I don't know." At this time, Lillian was slowly making her way over to them. Settling next to them, she pulled Troy into a hug as well allowing him to cry on her shoulder a bit while she tried her best to remain strong for him during his time of need. After a few minutes, Troy stepped back and looked at them.
"I should go see Taylor." He whispered brokenly. "I need to go see her." His parents nodded and he stepped out of the room and headed down the hall in a sorrow induced daze.
A/N: So, what did you think? Drop me a line and tell me in a review.
Baby S
