Vaughn's P.O.V:

I stared longingly at the loving connection Chelsea had already formed between the baby and herself. Would it be wrong to feel jealous? Especially when this baby might strengthen ties between herself and Denny, essentially forming a relationship between the two, pushing me out of the picture completely. Okay, so I'll admit that sounded totally selfish but I didn't want to risk losing the one thing that I'll admit was good for me. The one beautiful girl that transformed a terribly antisocial cowboy into someone different, someone better. I couldn't help but frown when everyone ohhed and ahhed over the thing squashed up in the incubator. Okay, he might have been cute but this little fucker could ruin everything.

"Hey Julia, come here." Chelsea cooed.

I watched as Julia obeyed the brunette; like a puppy obeying its master, and inwardly flinched when the blonde screeched over the 'cuteness' of that baby.

"Ohh, he looks so much like you both. You guys must be so proud, huh? It can be a bandana boy like his parents."

I carried on loitering in the small corner, eyes flicking back and forth from the scene playing in front of me. Seeing Chelsea and Denny stand so close, occasionally looking at one another in awe made something inside of me click and I couldn't help but storm off.

Of course I didn't go far, there were still too many things that could go wrong and if anything did happen, I guess I'd want to be close. I sat on a small, wooden bench just outside the hospital and allowed myself to reflect. I must've spent hours outside because by the time I finally came back inside everyone had moved themselves back to the ward where Chelsea was staying and the sky had turned a deep dark blue. Julia gave a quizzical look at me as I entered the little room but I just shrugged, there was nothing more to say, was there? It was unsurprising to see the little brunette all curled up in a ball, fast asleep. I must like corners a lot because once again, I found myself hidden I the safety of a corner. A small nurse popped her head in, announcing that visiting times were over and that we could come back tomorrow. As there was space for one of us to stay in the room with Chelsea we had to decide who would stay and who was leaving.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay." Denny said. "She should have someone important there for her because we don't know how she'll be if she does wake up in the morning."

"Yeah, that's a good point. Maybe Mark should stay with her? Or Vaughn? You're both really important to her."

Mark gave me an odd look before speaking. "You can stay with her, man. I'd appreciate it if you could look after her if she wakes up, it's you who she'd want to see anyway. Well, I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye."

I threw off my hat and boots before pulling out the closet bed and settling down in it. I didn't mind the white scratchy blankets so much, they reminded me the tiniest bit of the way hay feels when brushed against your skin. I closed my heavy lids and let sleep consume me, not wanting to dwell on today any longer.

Everyone was already here by the time I came too although Chelsea was still out of it. I sat up and tuned into their conversation.

"Does Chelsea actually have any clothes or anything prepared for the baby to come home to?" Julia piped up. "I mean, if she hasn't, surely we could go shopping whilst we're away from the island. I know her birthday's in a couple of days or so, it'll be like an early birthday present to her from everyone on the island, right?"

Denny nodded in agreement at this. "Yeah, I mean, I definitely need to put money into this either way, I am this baby's parent now, too."

I grunted in approval after everyone else in this stuffy room decided it was a good idea, sure, I guess she'd need stuff sooner or later anyway. Without another word, I was dragged out of that room and into the streets by Julia, telling me that I ought to come as we had nothing else to do. Fine, whatever. We walked around the small town looking for a somewhat decent shop.

"Oh, here, c'mon." the blonde exclaimed, dragging me into some mothers care shop.

"Look at all these little clothes. This is so adorable, ohh, there's so much to choose from. Ahhh. This just makes me want my own baby."

"I bet Elliot would love that." I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the pouting blonde.

"I think Mum would kill me first, haha." She laughed. "Well, I'm sure Chels will wanna get some baby stuff for herself so if we only get basic items she can get other items for herself."

"Okay."

I just stood watching as Julia ran about retrieving necessities from nappies and baby grows to bottles and a moses basket. With the swipe of a card, everything was 'paid' for meaning we could leave.

"Can you carry some of these bags please? They're too heavy for me to carry all of them."

"Sure." I nodded, grabbing most of the bags off of the blonde.

When we came back to the hospital, the bags were all dumped at the end of the bed.

"Awh, she's still asleep. Maybe we should leave her be."

Chelsea's P.O.V

At some point I'd managed to fall asleep which completely confused me when I woke up and stared at the blank faces surrounding me. Instinctively, my hands panicky flew to where my bump used to be and sighed, remembering the rushed events of yesterday.

"What's wrong with everyone?" I asked, stretching out my arms and yawning.

"Chelseaa." Julia faked a smile, "You're finally awake. The nurses told us not to wake you as you were probably so exhausted from yesterday. You look so peaceful when you're sleeping."

"Uh, thanks? Hey, what's the time anyway?"

"Hmm, oh, it's 1." Vaughn stated, his voice seemed impatient and weary, like he didn't have the time of day to speak to me.

"Oh, crap."

I rushed out of bed and shakily shoved some trousers and shoes on so I could freely walk about the hospital. Before anyone could stop me I was up and out of my ward room and into the room where Isaac was staying. I got myself all hyped up about being allowed to maybe take him home today and show him off to everyone else that I was unaware of the voices behind me, telling me to stop and come back. As soon as I reached the room, a feeling of dread swept over me, something didn't feel right at all. A high pitched beeping echoed across the room from the heart machine confirmed my fears. I fell into a dazed like state as a flurry of nurses brushed past me, ushering me away from where I stood staring and into a side room, effectively out of the way.

"Huh, what's going on…" I trailed off, confused and scared.

I clung onto Marks arm as I watched the nurses rush about in a panicked manner, acting like they didn't know what they were doing.

"Mark?"

"Hey it'll be okay, he'll pull through. I'm sure of it." He reassured.

A/N: So, I've lost track of time a little. It must be under a week since I last updated despite it feeling like forever, I don't know. I would have posted this sooner but I let life catch up with me instead. I'll try updating again soon although I can't promise anything as my next couple of days are super busy. Well, until next time guys. ( I apologise for this being super jumpy and maybe slightly boring, I just wanted to get this up now, so yeah, sorry.)