Neela stared longingly across the street from the ambulance bay. How she wished to be back in Abby's apartment, sleeping.

"Waiting for an ambulance?" Kerry asked from behind her. She looked a bit shaken. Neela shook her head.

"Break. And It's over in about 5,4,3,2 and 1 seconds."

Kerry chuckled a bit, and smiled softly at Neela. Neela walked back into County, deciding she had better go check on Samantha. She opened the door tentatively to her room, and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was sleeping. Her eyes got huge however, when she saw a couple that appeared to be the girls parents standing over her.

"Hello….Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, how are you?" she asked meekly.

"How do you THINK we are?" asked the man who appeared to be Mr. Wilson. He had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. Creases of worry covered his face, and he was in a large black winter coat and jeans.

"I'm sorry, I'm your daughter's Doctor, Neela Rasgrota."

"Well hello DOCTOR" Mrs. Wilson growled angrily. She looked a bit more tough then her husband. Her hair was a light brown, tied on top of her head in a tight bun, and she had large blue eyes. She wore a light jacket and a long skirt.

"Ummm" Neela said nervously, her stomach twisting into knots, "your daughter is stable. She should be able to go home tomorrow morning."

"Like hell she is!" Mrs. Wilson shouted.

"We love her, but we can't take her in, even under these circumstances." Mr. Wilson added gently.

Neela closed her eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. "Mr. And Mrs. Wilson, does your daughter live with you?"

"It's her winter break now. For school, anyways. But, yes, until she started staying out late when I told her not to. Stopped playing the violin and piano, my two favorite musical instruments. Didn't eat with us on occasion. Horrible, horrible things. We kicked her out a week ago after she spoke her mind in a very unpleasant matter, and this is the first time I have seen her since then, and look what she's done."

Neela could hardly believe her ears. What a bitch! She thought. "Mrs. Wilson, do you have any idea of what happened to your daughter?"

"Did that maniac boyfriend of hers beat her up?" She asked softly.

"Mariel, he's not a maniac…" started Mr. Wilson, but his wife shut him up with a glare.

"No. She was stabbed and raped. We're waiting for the DNA results in the semen we found in the pelvic exam." Neela said quickly, her hands shaking quite a bit.

Mrs. Wilson's face went pale for a moment.

"It will be a quick physical recovery, but mentally, unless she gets some help, she will suffer." Neela said, praying she could get through this woman's emotional hide. It was a misfortune on her part.

The woman bit her lip. She looked at Neela, her eyes filled with tears, and she stormed out of the room. "Mariel!" Mr. Wilson called after her. He gave Neela an 'I'm Sorry' look, and rushed out of the room after his wife.

Neela turned to follow the couple, when a weak voice from behind her said, "welcome to my life."Neela turned and faced Samantha. "Were you awake the whole time?" She asked incredulously. Samantha nodded.

"I'll be right back" Neela said, and turned to run after Samantha's parents. She found the two in the ambulance bay. Mrs. Wilson was screaming at her husband!

"SHE HAS COMPLETELY DISGRACED OUR FAMILY!" she yelled.

"ALL SHE DID WAS COME HOME LATE FOR CURFEW ONCE, GAVE UP YOUR DREAM, AND MISSED DINNER TWICE THIS WEEK BECAUSE SHE WAS ON THE PHONE! SHE TOLD YOU HOW SHE FELT, AND YOU STILL HAVE NO COMPASSION TOWARDS YOUR DAUGHTER!"

"THOSE WERE DISASTROUS THINGS! HOW CAN YOU EVEN LOOK AT HER!"

Mr. Wilson bowed his head.

She heard someone laugh from behind. Jing-Mei smiled at her. "Your girls parents?"

"Apparently." Neela said, her stomach twisting into knots, "I'm going to take them into the family room, and call for a psych consult."

"good luck" Jing-Mei said, and touched her shoulder. Neela sighed and walked towards the bantering couple.

"Mr. And Mrs. Wilson, it is important you stay strong for your daughter." She said a bit loudly.

"STAY STRONG MY ASS!" the woman shouted, "How could she do this to ME! I told her playing those instruments were the most important thing in the world, but she still didn't listen to ME! She made ME worry about her when she was late for curfew, and didn't even acknowledge her love for ME! She didn't even sit at the dinner table with ME! She cares about her friends more than ME! How could she do this to ME!"

"Me, me, me, me.." Mr. Wilson muttered sarcastically.

Mrs. Wilson charged at him as if she was a bull. Neela ran straight in front of her, and grabbed her by her forearms.

"LISTEN WOMAN! YOUR DAUGHTER IS IN THERE, SCARED TO DEATH, WHAT WILL SHE THINK IF HER MOTHER IS NOT THERE! YOUR HUSBAND IS RIGHT! YOU ARE THE MOST SELF-CENTERED, EGOISTIC BITCH THAT I'VE EVER MET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!"

Mrs. Wilson's eyes got big. Jing-Mei stifled a laugh. Mr. Wilson's mouth hung open.

"Mrs. Wilson" Neela said apologetically, "that was totally unprofessional of me, I-'

The woman narrowed her eyes. She socked Neela hard in the stomach with her fist. Neela fell to the ground, the blow to her stomach had knocked the wind out of her. Mr. Wilson mouthed 'sorry' to her, before taking off after his wife.

"NEELA!" Jing-Mei yelled, and helped her colleague up. Kerry, who had watched from across the street, ran over to them.

"I'm fine" Neela winced, held her breath, and released it slowly. She let Jing-Mei and Kerry help her up, and placed a shaking hand atop her stomach. The trauma arrived, Neela assured Jing-Mei she was okay, and relied solely on the help of Kerry.

"Can you walk by yourself?" Kerry asked, her arm around Neela's waist. Neela nodded, and started to walk back to County. After about two feet, she felt a horrible pain in her stomach. She cried out and dropped to her knees.

Not this. Anything but this. She thought wearily.

Kerry helped her up once again. "We need to get you on a bed" Kerry said, and walked her back into county. "Neela! Your patients seizing!" Chuny called.

"She can't go right now" Kerry answered for her.

Kerry led her to the lounge. Neela sat down on the couch. She felt something well up inside her. She stifled her sob, but let the tear that she had been holding back run down her cheek. She wiped it away before Kerry could see it.

"Kerry, could you give me and ultrasound?" Neela asked.

Kerry's body went numb. She turned towards her. "What for?"

Neela swallowed, and closed her eyes. "I'm pregnant."