She was mentally cursing herself for not mentioning her problem to Trunks. He obviously knew something was wrong. Or if not now, later. She blinked when he asked her something. She was currently (How to say it gracefully) vomiting. He was leaning in the doorway.
"Nothings wrong, huh?"
"Trunks, Please," She gasped.
"Alright." He pulled back her hair and held it for her. "I'll bite, what's wrong?"
After the next wave she answered him. "I don—they do—he doesn't know yet."
"Who?"
"My dad. I can't rely on the others, I've known my dad all my life, he's reliable, and he's trustworthy."
"I understand. How long have you been hiding it for?"
"A week. Before it was just a sharp pain...now all of a sudden it got worse."
"That's usually how it goes." He whispered as it hit her again. He cringed at his wife. She'd never had to go through this before. He was beginning to think he'd have to take her to the hospital. To be quite honest he could almost feel her pain. He hoped to Dende she wouldn't die.
She looked up at the mirror. She then looked at Trunks who was holding his forehead with his free hand. He obviously had a headache. She handed him a card and he looked at her.
"Call my dad and tell him its blood now."
"It's w—your not going to die are you?"
"Just call him!" she was hit by it again and coughed.
She was knocked out. He didn't hit her; he assumed it was the blood loss. He had her lying in his lap while he waited to be seen. Softly, he stroked her long ebony hair. She'd be ok, she had to be! She's a fighter. She never gave up that easily. EVER. He kept stroking her hair until the doctor walked into the room.
"Mr. Briefs," Said Dr. Greco, "Your wife I presume?"
He nodded. "The doctor working with her, Mr. Son, is he here?"
"He'll be in shortly. May I ask what she's been feeling?"
"She hasn't told me if anything was wrong, I just know that she was vomiting blood. She hasn't said a word to me before or after."
"I see; were you the man who called in?"
"Yes I was. I don't know anything, her doctor does. She's been telling him what's been going on. I can't get her to tell me anything."
"I see; I'll go check her records. Her doctor will be with her shortly."
He checked his chart and looked at his daughter. Something wasn't adding up right. This was one of the hardest cases for the fact his daughter's life was on the line. He looked at Trunks, and then looked at the chart again.
"You said it was blood?"
He looked up and nodded then went back to the interesting floor tiles. "Just tell me now, is she going to die?"
"I don't know. Just stay with her when you can, I don't want her to get scared if she wakes up."
"Alright, will she need anything, while I'm here?"
"Chances are, no, but if she needs help or anything like that let one of the nurses know, they'll be in periodically to check on her. As you can see she's one of our High-Risks."
"Meaning?"
"You didn't know?"
"Know what?"
"So she is good at keeping secrets. How she hid it was another question entirely."
"Hid what?"
"She was four months pregnant, how could you not see it?"
"I'm just...off...I guess."
"Right...Well if you need to talk to me you know where I am."
She eventually did wake up. He was asleep when she did. She gasped and looked around scared. Hell! He swore to me he wouldn't do this! How in Dende did I get here?
"Pan," Yawned Trunks. "You were unconscious for three hours. And I'm beginning to think you don't love me, because your not letting me know certain things. I'll gladly leave you if that's all you want."
She coughed and looked up at him. "I hid it from you because I didn't want you to worry! You worry too much over me! I hate when you worry over me, it's worse then when my dad does!"
"I would have found out! Pan, I'm not as stupid as you may think, I know when you're not telling me something!" He cursed and looked away. "You didn't even tell me you were pregnant again. I feel like I'm no longer a part of your family, another player in the game. If you love me, Pan, you wouldn't keep secrets that extreme. I tell you everything I do. Even if I'm dying, I told you about my disease, and you didn't even tell me about this! I can't love you, if I can't trust you!"
"Trunks, I wasn't going to tell you until I knew if it was extreme. As for the baby you would have found out, yes, but I was waiting to find out if I made it further then I usually do!"
He laid his wedding ring on the table beside her and left the room. This was just too much for him. He needed time to think. He left the hospital and went to work. She was crying when he left.
That's the end of chappie two. Tell me what you thinkish of it. Yesh, so...Just lemme know somehow if ya like it.