Continued from the last part. . .duh. . .; )
Dr. Stevens rushed through the white hallways of the hospital with test results in his hand. The door to Monica's semi-private room was open, and he breezed in. Chandler was kneeling beside Monica's bed with her hands grasped in his.
"What's wrong?"
"Her stomach . . ." Chandler answered, not looking up from Monica's scrunched expression.
"Okay. I know what's wrong." Monica's facial expression lit up a bit at the news.
"Really? What is it? Is my baby going to be okay?"
"Everything will be fine as long as we get the baby out now."
"But it's only been seven months!"
"Yes, I know. I promise I will explain everything to you after."
"After what?" Chandler questioned.
"After we have her baby out of there safe and sound."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well sir, we're going to have to give her a c-section. You know what that is don't you?"
"Yeah." They both chorused.
~
Monica was still asleep, but Chandler could now go in and see her. She looked so fragile, so pained. Even asleep she was frowning. The drugs were to wear off soon, and she was to awake. Her little baby girl, although pre-mature, was doing well.
There was a soft knock on the door. It opened slowly. Behind it stood Dr. Stevens and the rest of the gang.
"I figured I'd let them in. Monica's about to wake up, and I'll be able to tell everyone what was happening." Dr. Stevens announced. As if on cue, Monica's eyes fluttered open and squinted to adjust to the bright lights.
"Hey Mon. How are you feeling?" Chandler asked, at her side immediately.
"Tired." She yawned for effect. Truth was, she didn't really want to see everyone right now.
"Do you want me to come back later?" Dr. Stevens asked, "It may be better."
"No, I'm okay. I want to know what was wrong."
"Well, I think the reason why none of your doctors knew what was wrong was because most have never even heard of Preeclampsia or HELLP syndrome before. I, however, learned and read a bit on it in school."
"What are those exactly?" Monica asked.
"Preeclampsia is a disorder that occurs only in pregnant women. You may not know anyone who has had it, but it does affect at least 5% of pregnancies. It can cause harm, sometimes even death to both the mother and unborn child. It goes hand in hand with HELLP syndrome. They may not both always occur. HELLP includes the breaking down of red blood cells, and low platelet count."
"Which is why you wanted to take a blood sample . . ." Monica realized.
"That's right. I had to solidify my suspicions. When I heard of your case, I had a feeling it was Preeclampsia."
"But what about my gaining weight and other symptoms? Why would they have anything to do with Preeclampsia?" Monica asked, practically spitting out the word.
"They are just some signs. I'm actually not sure about why those symptoms are what they are, but I do know what they mean."
"So, am I a lucky one?"
"I would think so. These disorders along with other hypertensive ones cause over 76 000 deaths per year."
"Wow . . ." was all the gang could utter.
"Thank you doctor."
"You're welcome. Now, "he said, ushering the gang excluding Chandler out, "I'll let you sleep for awhile, I know you need it." She gave him a small smile.
"Thanks again."
"It's my job."
He, Rachel, Ross, Phoebe and Joey left, leaving just Monica and Chandler alone in the dreary room. Monica let her fingers lace through Chandler's.
"How do you really feel?" Monica groaned inwardly. He could always see through her.
"I don't really know. Not great." It was a truthful answer.
"Well, I'm going to be here for you okay? What ever you need." He sounded so sincere, yet Monica somehow felt what she needed would exceed what he could give.
Shortest chapter so far . . . Hope you guys liked it, I don't. I don't know why! There will be 1-2 more chapters to go!!
Dr. Stevens rushed through the white hallways of the hospital with test results in his hand. The door to Monica's semi-private room was open, and he breezed in. Chandler was kneeling beside Monica's bed with her hands grasped in his.
"What's wrong?"
"Her stomach . . ." Chandler answered, not looking up from Monica's scrunched expression.
"Okay. I know what's wrong." Monica's facial expression lit up a bit at the news.
"Really? What is it? Is my baby going to be okay?"
"Everything will be fine as long as we get the baby out now."
"But it's only been seven months!"
"Yes, I know. I promise I will explain everything to you after."
"After what?" Chandler questioned.
"After we have her baby out of there safe and sound."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well sir, we're going to have to give her a c-section. You know what that is don't you?"
"Yeah." They both chorused.
~
Monica was still asleep, but Chandler could now go in and see her. She looked so fragile, so pained. Even asleep she was frowning. The drugs were to wear off soon, and she was to awake. Her little baby girl, although pre-mature, was doing well.
There was a soft knock on the door. It opened slowly. Behind it stood Dr. Stevens and the rest of the gang.
"I figured I'd let them in. Monica's about to wake up, and I'll be able to tell everyone what was happening." Dr. Stevens announced. As if on cue, Monica's eyes fluttered open and squinted to adjust to the bright lights.
"Hey Mon. How are you feeling?" Chandler asked, at her side immediately.
"Tired." She yawned for effect. Truth was, she didn't really want to see everyone right now.
"Do you want me to come back later?" Dr. Stevens asked, "It may be better."
"No, I'm okay. I want to know what was wrong."
"Well, I think the reason why none of your doctors knew what was wrong was because most have never even heard of Preeclampsia or HELLP syndrome before. I, however, learned and read a bit on it in school."
"What are those exactly?" Monica asked.
"Preeclampsia is a disorder that occurs only in pregnant women. You may not know anyone who has had it, but it does affect at least 5% of pregnancies. It can cause harm, sometimes even death to both the mother and unborn child. It goes hand in hand with HELLP syndrome. They may not both always occur. HELLP includes the breaking down of red blood cells, and low platelet count."
"Which is why you wanted to take a blood sample . . ." Monica realized.
"That's right. I had to solidify my suspicions. When I heard of your case, I had a feeling it was Preeclampsia."
"But what about my gaining weight and other symptoms? Why would they have anything to do with Preeclampsia?" Monica asked, practically spitting out the word.
"They are just some signs. I'm actually not sure about why those symptoms are what they are, but I do know what they mean."
"So, am I a lucky one?"
"I would think so. These disorders along with other hypertensive ones cause over 76 000 deaths per year."
"Wow . . ." was all the gang could utter.
"Thank you doctor."
"You're welcome. Now, "he said, ushering the gang excluding Chandler out, "I'll let you sleep for awhile, I know you need it." She gave him a small smile.
"Thanks again."
"It's my job."
He, Rachel, Ross, Phoebe and Joey left, leaving just Monica and Chandler alone in the dreary room. Monica let her fingers lace through Chandler's.
"How do you really feel?" Monica groaned inwardly. He could always see through her.
"I don't really know. Not great." It was a truthful answer.
"Well, I'm going to be here for you okay? What ever you need." He sounded so sincere, yet Monica somehow felt what she needed would exceed what he could give.
Shortest chapter so far . . . Hope you guys liked it, I don't. I don't know why! There will be 1-2 more chapters to go!!