[b]Title: A Different Kind of Life[/b]
Rating: PG-13
Couple: M/L
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Response to [b]Ripley Rip Tide's[/b] challenge
Liz woke up it was still dark outside but it was 5:30.
She rolled over into Max's embrace before she realized the morning sickness was going to hit.
She jumped out of the bed and to the connecting bathroom in the next minute.
Max was less than two seconds behind her.
"You ok?" He asked leaning against the door of the bathroom.
"Go away." She told him.
"Why?" He asked pushing off and making his way toward her.
"Please, Max. I want to be alone." Her face turned pale again and she leaned into the toilet, only dry heaves.
"I'll be back." He turned and left the room.
Relieved Liz let the tears run. She hated being this way. When she was a little girl she rarely was sick and now it came every morning. She was terrified of it. Her nanny had always been there to help her.
"Elizabeth, calm down." She felt a cold cloth on her forehead.
Diane Evans' voice was calming. "Lean against me, Sweetheart." She directed.
Giving in, Liz rested against her. "It's never been this bad before." She said.
"You had a hard evening. Just take long, calming breathes."
Liz did as she was told. "I'm sorry."
"No, Elizabeth."
Max stood uneasily in the doorway.
"Are you ready to go back to bed?" Diane asked.
"Can I wash up first?"
"Of course." Diane handed her a washcloth where she sponged off and pulled her hair in a bun to keep it off her face.
"There, you go. Call if you need anything else." Diane handed Liz off to Max.
"Thank you, Mom." Max said before attending to Liz.
"Are you ok?" Concern etched on his face.
She started to nod her head yes then quickly turned to a no. "I'm going to be sick."
She went back into the bathroom shutting the door in his face.
"Leave her be, Max. She wants to be alone." Isabel said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because she does. If she wanted you in there, the door would be open." Isabel explained. "She'll come out when she's done."
She sat in the recliner in Max's room. "I'll wait here with you."
"Thank you." He said gratefully. "For everything, Isabel."
"You're welcome." She curled up and went back to sleep.
Max paced in front of the door.
"Max." The call was faint within the bathroom.
He opened the door. "Help me, Max." She said quietly not looking at him.
"Liz, you're hot." He felt her forehead.
"I'm freezing." She curled up in a ball. "This is more than morning sickness, Max."
"Come here." He lifted her in his arms.
"Isabel, go get mom." He carried her.
"Liz, what's wrong?" Isabel woke quickly.
"She's sick, go get mom."
Diane came quickly back into the room.
"Max, we'll take her to the Urgent Care Center. Come on."
"I don't have anything to wear." Liz fought.
"It doesn't matter. Come on, Max, carry her."
Max obliged.
****
"What can I do for you this fine morning, Ma'am?" The receptionist asked.
"We need to see a doctor. My son's girlfriend is sick."
The receptionist looked up. "Oh, Mrs. Evans." She said surprised. "What's wrong with Elizabeth?"
Diane cursed silently. The Parkers and the Evans were known by everyone in town, the pregnancy would be public knowledge within days.
"Just let me see the doctor." She said shortly.
"Alright, it'll be a fifteen minute wait." She handed her a clipboard. "You have to fill this out."
She snorted and went and sat next to Max and Liz. "Elizabeth, you have to fill this out, then we'll call your parents."
"No." She tucked herself into the safety of Max's side as she took the clipboard.
"I'll do it." Max said gently removing it from her hands.
Ten minutes later, they were called into the room. The MA's eyes grew huge when she looked at Liz's papers.
"Here you go, Mrs. Evans, Elizabeth." She said looking astonished.
"If you know what's good for you, young lady," Mrs. Evans threatened. "You'll keep your mouth shut."
"Yes, Mrs. Evans." She nodded.
"Hello, Elizabeth." The doctor walked in.
"Dr. Yule." She nodded. She was pale and weak, and she wanted Max but he had declined to come into the examination room with her.
"Elizabeth, what have you been feeling?" He asked softly.
"Like I have the flu." She said simply she lay back on the examination table and closed her eyes. "I'm tired, and cold, and I ache everywhere, and I'm pregnant."
"I know. Have you been putting a lot of stress on yourself, lately?" He asked while taking her temperature.
Diane answered for her. "Her and Max told us about the baby yesterday."
"Was there yelling?" He asked.
"Yes, and tension." Diane said.
"That would do it. She's not to be stressed, Mrs. Evans, you should know that. She's young, and she's a petite girl. She's also early in pregnancy. Elizabeth, open your eyes." He slipped the thermometer out of her mouth.
She groaned and turned over.
"Oh, my." He said looking at the thermometer. 101.1." He said aloud.
"What?" Diane jumped out of her chair.
"I suggest taking her to the ER." The doctor said.
"Elizabeth, can you stand up?" Diane asked.
She moaned and rolled over.
"Max!" She called out the door. Max came around the corner.
"What?" He said worriedly.
"Carry her to the car. We have to go to the ER, Isabel, call Mr. and Mrs. Parker."
Liz felt safe and content in his arms. She realized some of the pain went away.
"Max, please help me?" She asked. She felt as if he were the only one that could. He was getting distant. "Talk to me, Max. Stay with me? Don't leave." She said almost frantically. It was getting darker, fuzzier.
He stretched a smile down at her. "We're taking you to the hospital now, Liz, you and the baby are going to be ok."
"Hurry." She said before she slid under the cover of darkness.
Liz woke up it was still dark outside but it was 5:30.
She rolled over into Max's embrace before she realized the morning sickness was going to hit.
She jumped out of the bed and to the connecting bathroom in the next minute.
Max was less than two seconds behind her.
"You ok?" He asked leaning against the door of the bathroom.
"Go away." She told him.
"Why?" He asked pushing off and making his way toward her.
"Please, Max. I want to be alone." Her face turned pale again and she leaned into the toilet, only dry heaves.
"I'll be back." He turned and left the room.
Relieved Liz let the tears run. She hated being this way. When she was a little girl she rarely was sick and now it came every morning. She was terrified of it. Her nanny had always been there to help her.
"Elizabeth, calm down." She felt a cold cloth on her forehead.
Diane Evans' voice was calming. "Lean against me, Sweetheart." She directed.
Giving in, Liz rested against her. "It's never been this bad before." She said.
"You had a hard evening. Just take long, calming breathes."
Liz did as she was told. "I'm sorry."
"No, Elizabeth."
Max stood uneasily in the doorway.
"Are you ready to go back to bed?" Diane asked.
"Can I wash up first?"
"Of course." Diane handed her a washcloth where she sponged off and pulled her hair in a bun to keep it off her face.
"There, you go. Call if you need anything else." Diane handed Liz off to Max.
"Thank you, Mom." Max said before attending to Liz.
"Are you ok?" Concern etched on his face.
She started to nod her head yes then quickly turned to a no. "I'm going to be sick."
She went back into the bathroom shutting the door in his face.
"Leave her be, Max. She wants to be alone." Isabel said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because she does. If she wanted you in there, the door would be open." Isabel explained. "She'll come out when she's done."
She sat in the recliner in Max's room. "I'll wait here with you."
"Thank you." He said gratefully. "For everything, Isabel."
"You're welcome." She curled up and went back to sleep.
Max paced in front of the door.
"Max." The call was faint within the bathroom.
He opened the door. "Help me, Max." She said quietly not looking at him.
"Liz, you're hot." He felt her forehead.
"I'm freezing." She curled up in a ball. "This is more than morning sickness, Max."
"Come here." He lifted her in his arms.
"Isabel, go get mom." He carried her.
"Liz, what's wrong?" Isabel woke quickly.
"She's sick, go get mom."
Diane came quickly back into the room.
"Max, we'll take her to the Urgent Care Center. Come on."
"I don't have anything to wear." Liz fought.
"It doesn't matter. Come on, Max, carry her."
Max obliged.
****
"What can I do for you this fine morning, Ma'am?" The receptionist asked.
"We need to see a doctor. My son's girlfriend is sick."
The receptionist looked up. "Oh, Mrs. Evans." She said surprised. "What's wrong with Elizabeth?"
Diane cursed silently. The Parkers and the Evans were known by everyone in town, the pregnancy would be public knowledge within days.
"Just let me see the doctor." She said shortly.
"Alright, it'll be a fifteen minute wait." She handed her a clipboard. "You have to fill this out."
She snorted and went and sat next to Max and Liz. "Elizabeth, you have to fill this out, then we'll call your parents."
"No." She tucked herself into the safety of Max's side as she took the clipboard.
"I'll do it." Max said gently removing it from her hands.
Ten minutes later, they were called into the room. The MA's eyes grew huge when she looked at Liz's papers.
"Here you go, Mrs. Evans, Elizabeth." She said looking astonished.
"If you know what's good for you, young lady," Mrs. Evans threatened. "You'll keep your mouth shut."
"Yes, Mrs. Evans." She nodded.
"Hello, Elizabeth." The doctor walked in.
"Dr. Yule." She nodded. She was pale and weak, and she wanted Max but he had declined to come into the examination room with her.
"Elizabeth, what have you been feeling?" He asked softly.
"Like I have the flu." She said simply she lay back on the examination table and closed her eyes. "I'm tired, and cold, and I ache everywhere, and I'm pregnant."
"I know. Have you been putting a lot of stress on yourself, lately?" He asked while taking her temperature.
Diane answered for her. "Her and Max told us about the baby yesterday."
"Was there yelling?" He asked.
"Yes, and tension." Diane said.
"That would do it. She's not to be stressed, Mrs. Evans, you should know that. She's young, and she's a petite girl. She's also early in pregnancy. Elizabeth, open your eyes." He slipped the thermometer out of her mouth.
She groaned and turned over.
"Oh, my." He said looking at the thermometer. 101.1." He said aloud.
"What?" Diane jumped out of her chair.
"I suggest taking her to the ER." The doctor said.
"Elizabeth, can you stand up?" Diane asked.
She moaned and rolled over.
"Max!" She called out the door. Max came around the corner.
"What?" He said worriedly.
"Carry her to the car. We have to go to the ER, Isabel, call Mr. and Mrs. Parker."
Liz felt safe and content in his arms. She realized some of the pain went away.
"Max, please help me?" She asked. She felt as if he were the only one that could. He was getting distant. "Talk to me, Max. Stay with me? Don't leave." She said almost frantically. It was getting darker, fuzzier.
He stretched a smile down at her. "We're taking you to the hospital now, Liz, you and the baby are going to be ok."
"Hurry." She said before she slid under the cover of darkness.