March 29th, 2004

Week 24

Jing-Mei waddled into the supply closet. Her feet felt like they were going to fall off. She was totally ready for her maternity to start. She never really took any serious time off with Michael. Only a few weeks, but with this baby…This baby she needed to.

"Dr. Chen, there's a psychotic patient needing a doctor." Abby smiled sticking her head into the supply closet, "And Dr. Weaver said to give him to you."

"Tell her I died and I can't take him." She said. Abby smiled.

"I don't think that'd work." She said. Jing-Mei sighed.

"Fine. I have it." Abby gave her the chart. Jing-Mei walked out to the room where the patient was. "Hello Jeffery, I'm Dr. Chen."

"Chen, pen, hen, den." Jeffery mumbled. She nodded.

"Yeah, that's me." She said, "What seems to be wrong?"

"Wrong? Everything is wrong. I can't get a word in edge wise." He growled, "you're pregnant. It's talking. Why cant you make it stop?"

"I'm sorry." Jing-Mei glanced at Chuny, "Chuny is going to draw some blood from you and-"

"NO!" Jeffery yelled, "I need it all in me."

"Sir, we must draw some blood." Jing-Mei said

"NO!!!!!!" Jeffery screamed pulling out a gun. Jing-Mei and Chuny took a step back. She put her hands up.

"Jeffery, calm down." She said glancing behind her. She could see Greg at the admit desk.

"Calm down?? Calm down?? Who the fuck do you think I am??" Jeffery screamed. You could see the anger in his eyes. His face was red and veins were popping out of his neck.

"Please, Jeffery. This about this." She said.

"This about this, Jeffery. I'm so sick of people telling me what o do. No one will shut up." He hit his head with the palms of his hands. Jing-Mei took a step forward.

"Give me the gun, Jeffery." She said. Chuny looked at her with wide eyes. Jeffery aimed the gun at her.

"No!!" he yelled.

"Okay okay." Jing-Mei said. Her heart pounded in her chest. "Jeffery, please."

"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!" He screamed. He pulled the trigger and started raining the room in bullets. Jing-Mei hit the floor, wrapping her arms around her belly. She had to protect the baby. She could hear someone screaming for security. Soon the bullets ran out. She didn't dare get up though. The security guards grabbed Jeffery and dragged him out. Greg bent down and helped Jing-Mei up.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Jing-Mei nodded.

"Yeah I a…Oh god!" Jing-Mei ran over to the bed where she saw Chuny laying in a puddle of blood. "Get a gurney!! Chuny, can you hear me?" Jing-Mei dropped to her knees and pressed her hands to Chuny's stomach.

"God, it hurts." Chuny groaned. Greg and Kerry ran in with a gurney.

"We have it from here, Jing-Mei." Greg knelt down beside Chuny.

"I want to help." She said. Greg shook his head.

"You rest please. Think of the baby." He said. Jing-Mei glared at him as they wheeled Chuny out. Chuny was her friend. She didn't want to see her get hurt. Jing-Mei stood in the doorway watching Kerry and Greg work on Chuny. There was so much blood. Jing-Mei felt so terrible. It was her fault. She got Jeffery upset. Soon, Greg walked out and looked at Jing-Mei.

"How is she?" She asked softly.

"She's stable. We're bringing her up to surgery. The bullet nicked her stomach." He said. Jing-Mei's lips quivered.

"Why her? She doesn't deserve this." She said.

"I know, but hopefully she'll be okay." Greg kissed Jing-Mei's forehead.

* * *

Jing-Mei slowly walked into Chuny's room.

"You awake?" She asked. Chuny opened her eyes.

"Yeah." She smiled softly.

"How are you feeling?" Jing-Mei walked to her bedside.

"Like I got shot." Chuny chuckled weakly. Jing-Mei sighed.

"I'm sorry about this." She said.

"Not your fault." Chuny said.

"You're my friend. I should have pushed you to the floor too." She said.

"You're pregnant. You were thinking of saving your child. There's nothing wrong with that." Chuny said.

"I know…" She sighed softly.

"I'm very tired now." Chuny whispered as she closed her eyes.

"I'll let you sleep then." Jing-Mei said. "I'll check on you later." She quickly moved out of the room, still feeling bad. She knew she couldn't have done anything to protect Chuny, but it didn't help her guilt.

April 28th, 2004

Week 28

Greg was starting to stress. He was going to be a father in twelve weeks. That thought terrified him. He vowed to be a great dad though. He had to be the kind of father his dad wasn't.

"Chuny came home today, Greg." Jing-Mei said as she waddled into the kitchen. Greg nodded as he cut up a tomato.

"Yeah. That's what I heard. It's about time. It's been like what a month?" He said.

"Well, she did have that bad infection." Jing-Mei said.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. What kind of dressing do you want?" He asked her. Jing-Mei stood there seriously thinking hard.

"Thousand Island, please." She said as she grabbed a few plates. "How much do you think the baby will weigh?" Greg chuckled softly.

"Eight pounds maybe. Get me those carrots." He said.

"Eight pounds isn't too bad." She said throwing the carrots at him. Soon, the food was on the table. Jing-Mei rubbed her hands, as she smelled the chicken. "You're an amazing cook."

"I know." He said cutting into the chicken in front of him.

"Modest aren't you?" Jing-Mei laughed stuffing her mouth full.

"Yup." He said, "Have you talked to your mother recently?"

"No." Jing-Mei frowned, "Why?"

"Because she came by when you were at work today." Greg said.

"You're kidding me." She put her fork down. Greg shook his head.

"I wish I was." He said. "She wanted to talk to me."

"Why? What did she say?" She asked him. She hated her mother sometimes and she was curious to see what she was getting into now.

"She wanted to remind me that she won't be at the hospital to see Portia being born, but I could call her if I wanted to." He said.

"She's such a god damn bitch." Jing-Mei growled.

"No she isn't. She's just narrowed minded." Greg said, "Don't let it get to you."

"Why shouldn't I let it get to me? She's my mother. She should be more supportive." Jing-Mei growled, "Who am I kidding? My mother has never been there for me. She loves turning her back to me."

"She's a sad old woman, Jing-Mei." Greg said still eating.

"She's my mother, Greg." Jing-Mei said looking at him, "I bet she won't even come to our wedding." He looked at her.

"She mentioned that today." He said. Jing-Mei's lips quivered.

"What did she say?" She whispered.

"That she wouldn't be coming but thank you for the invitation."

"I…I c-can't believe her…." She whispered looking at the food, "I'm not hungry any more." Greg sighed deeply.

"Jing-Mei, eat. Don't let her get to you." He said, "That's what she wants." Jing-Mei pushed back her chair and stood up.

"I'm not hungry. Enjoy your food." She said and left the room. Greg growled. He shouldn't have mentioned her mother, but he didn't think it would bug her this much. It was probably the hormones.

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