That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 28, a 7th heaven fanfic

Becca woke up Sunday morning with a killer headache. She told Wilson about it first thing when he got up, but the only thing he said was that he heard somewhere that she shouldn't take aspirin or acetaminophen while she was pregnant, so he wouldn't get her any medicine. When she continued to complain about how much it hurt, he brought her a warm rag to put on her forehead. It helped a little, but not too much. She couldn't even raise her head off of her pillow.

"Are you all right?" Wilson asked her after Becca had been that way for the past two hours.

"I don't know. I guess I'm fine. It's just a headache."

"OK." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "If you say not to be concerned then I won't be."

Becca really didn't think anything of her headache. It was just another part of her miserable life. After being bound to the bed by her doctor's word, now she was bound to her pillow by her head. When Wilson left her, all she could do was grumble before finally deciding to take a nap. That usually helped when she didn't feel great. Wilson came to check on her a half an hour later, she was already fast asleep. He left her alone so she could get some rest.

Becca woke up about three hours later in the early afternoon. She felt worse than she did when she was awake before, so she yelled out for Wilson. She didn't even open her eyes, as she was sensitive to the even the natural sunlight streaming through the windows. Wilson came into the room and smiled at her, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bed and rubbed his hand over her leg. "How are you doing now?"

"Not any better. My head still hurts really bad, I feel nauseous, my ears are ringing," she put her head to her forehead, "and I think I have a fever. Maybe I'm sick." He looked at her strangely. "What?"

"No, I don't think you're sick." Wilson got up and began to scour the room. He moved clothes on the floor, papers on the desk, anything and everything that something could be hiding under. He only stopped looking after he opened one of his drawers. He pulled out a piece of paper and read it over carefully.

"What's that?"

"One of those pamphlets you threw at me. 'If you have any of these symptoms, seek medical attention immediately: severe headaches, vomiting blood, excessive swelling of the feet and hands, smaller amounts of urine or no urine, blood in urine, rapid heartbeat, dizziness, excessive nausea, ringing or buzzing sound in ears, excessive vomiting, drowsiness, fever, double vision, blurred vision, sudden blindness, pain in the abdomen.' I think we should get you to the hospital."

Becca couldn't believe what he was saying. "Hospital? I just have a cold or something. No."

"Becca, I'm taking you to the hospital." He was firm with her. "I don't want anything bad happening."

Wilson paced around the waiting area of the emergency room at the local hospital. His mother sat patiently in a chair near him. As soon as they came in and said that Becca was pregnant, they whisked her away and said that Wilson couldn't come, that they would him in a little while. A little while had turned into an hour and a half and he was more than a little concerned.

Wilson felt even more ill-at-ease because his father was not with him. It was a Sunday, so technically his father had the day off, but there had been some sort of "eye emergency" and was in surgery. He was still in the hospital with Wilson, but not the way Wilson needed him to be.

Wilson stopped pacing in front of his mother. "Did you have Dad paged?"

"Honey, he's in surgery. You can't page him when he's in surgery; it's fruitless."

"Well, can you have them page him when he gets out? Can you have someone tell him we're here?"

"Yes, you can. Go up to the main desk and ask them to page him when he gets out of surgery."

Wilson sighed. "I don't want to leave Becca." The main desk was at the other end of the hospital.

"Um, you could call your father's service. He should check it when he gets out. The pay phone's right there." Mrs. West pointed to the left of Wilson.

Wilson nodded and went over to the payphone and dialed the number. "Hey Dad, it's Wilson. Um, I had to take Becca to the emergency room. When you get this, please come see find me and mom. Bye." Wilson hung up the phone and went back over to sit next to his mother. "Do you think she's OK?"

"She seemed fine. I doubt it's anything serious."

"But it said in that pamphlet to get help and she's been back there for a long time."

Mrs. West wrapped her arm around her son's shoulder. "It'll be OK. Don't fret."

Wilson sat there for another half an hour before anyone came out looking for Wilson. "Becca West?" a nurse yelled into the room of stressed-out patrons.

Wilson stood and left his mother behind. He followed the nurse into an examination room where he found Becca laying on a hospital bed. He embraced her and kissed her sensitively. She seemed so scared, but was trying not to show it in front of Wilson.

"Are you OK?"

"I don't know. They're making this huge fuss about it, though. They called Dr. Van Zandt in."

"That can't be good," Wilson remarked.

"I know."

"They're not done with me, but I asked them to go get you. It's creepy just sitting in here by myself."

He pulled up a chair and laced his fingers with hers. "What did they do to you?"

"They examined me, they took an ultrasound, they monitored the baby's heart, took my blood pressure about 77 times, listened to my heart. It's really been a whole to do."

Wilson sighed. "Are you feeling any better?"

"A little." She lifted her other hand to reveal the IV dripping into her vein. "I think that's what this is for."

He hugged her again tightly. "I'm not going to leave you. No matter what I'm here."

Dr. Van Zandt stood before Becca and Wilson. She looked concerned, more concerned than Wilson thought was normal. Doctor's usually didn't show much emotion to their patients, but the worry in Dr. Van Zandt's face was visible. "I'm going to admit Becca. Her blood pressure is really, really high. She's on medication to try and bring it down, but we're treading a fine line. Medication and pregnancy don't really mix. She and the baby will need to be monitored every hour for the next week and be on strict bed rest. At that point we'll see whether or not we have to keep her here."

"What happened?" Becca asked, her voice meek.

"You almost miscarried. I'm not exactly sure what brought it on, though, because you said you were sleeping. But, at any rate, it happened."

"When is a projected time that she can come home?" Of course, that was the first question out of Wilson's mouth.

"If I had to guess, I'd say that she's in here for the duration of her pregnancy most likely. We don't take scares like these lightly."

"What?" Becca sat up fully. "I can't be in here for ten weeks. I have school. I- I can't. I won't."

"You don't have a choice."

"Becca, calm down." Wilson rubbed the side of Becca's arm. "It's fine." He turned to Dr. Van Zandt. "Thank you."

"No problem. Someone will be in as soon as Becca's room is set up." She walked out the door.

A/N: She's already in the hospital already? Man this is going by past. Not too long now.

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