That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 33, a 7th heaven fanfic

Wilson slept the sleep of the dead after talking to Becca for hours. Neither of them went to sleep until well after three in the morning. Wilson was only awakened at 6:30 when there was commotion in the room. His eyes opened and he saw three nurses crowded around Becca, who was lying on her side, away from him.

Wilson stood and looked at all the hustle and bustle for a few minutes, trying to decipher what it all meant. No one even noticed him standing there until he cleared his throat.

"Oh, um," one of the nurses said to him, "father?" Wilson nodded. "We didn't want to wake you, but you should wait outside."

"What's going on?" No one answered him; they just stayed crowded around the monitors. "Becca?"

"Wilson," she said, still not turning over. "Just go. Do what they say."

Wilson walked out reluctantly. As soon as the door closed behind him, Wilson got a chill up his spine. He had never been this scared in all of his life, and he didn't know why. Something was rotten in the state of California. People came and went from Becca's room two, three at a time for twenty minutes. Finally, he grabbed one of them by the arm and waited until they looked him in the eye.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I'm just a technician. I'll get the doctor for you if you want me to."

Wilson nodded. "Please do."

Another fifteen or so minutes later, a man came out of Becca's room. He stopped in front of Wilson and looked at him. "Are you Mr. West?"

"Yes."

"Are you, by chance, related to Dr. Geoffrey West?"

"Yes, but I'd really like to know what's going on with Rebecca."

"Oh, right. I'm sorry. Her blood pressure went up and she was experiencing a pain in her side. We'll need an ultrasound to confirm it, but we think her liver is enlarged."

"Um, OK. What does that mean exactly? Is that bad?"

"To be frank, yes. It…I don't want to commit to anything yet before we see the ultrasound. We're just waiting for the machine."

"Can I go in and see her?"

"Not yet, I'm sorry."

Wilson nodded sullenly and the doctor went back inside. This was not good, not good at all.

Wilson eventually went and sat down in the waiting room on the floor, since everything was taking so long. That was where his father found him when he came to pick Wilson up to take him to school. He told his dad that he wasn't going to go to school that day, since evidently he had a situation on his hands. His father wished he could stay with Wilson, but he had to go to work. He promised to check back in on him later and left.

It took nearly an hour and a half until someone came out to find Wilson. He stood when Dr. Van Zandt called his name out. "What's happening?"

"Becca's not doing so well. Her liver is leaking. Preeclampsia makes your blood vessels a bit permeable. She's at risk for HELLP syndrome, where red blood cells are abnormally destroyed, liver enzymes are high, and the cells involved in the clotting of blood are low."

Wilson sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. "So what now? What do we do? What does this mean for her and the baby?"

"That's what I was coming out to tell you. We have to deliver to reduce the risk of internal bleeding."

"But-but she's not even eight months pregnant yet."

"I know that, but there isn't much choice. We can't wait that much longer."

"How long do you have? Is it going to happen right now?"

"No. We have a few hours, so we're going to give her a steroid to speed up the growth of the baby's lungs so it will have a better chance of surviving on its own."

"But it will be premature, right?"

She nodded. "But, to be completely honest with you Wilson, we're more worried about Becca than the baby."

Wilson walked into Becca's hospital room quietly. It was just her laying in there with two nurses doing things around her. She had an IV in her arm and the sound of the baby's heart could be heard throughout the room.

"Hey," he whispered at the side of her bed.

Immediately, she reached for his hand and held it over her heart. "I'm-I'm going to have to give birth. Today."

"I know. The doctor told me." Wilson expected her to be scared or crying, but she was calm. He wasn't really sure what to make of that. "Are you OK?"

"My side hurts really bad, but other than that I'm fine."

"Are you scared? Because it's OK if you're scared."

"I'm not. Not yet anyways." She looked up at him. "Why, are you scared?"

"A little. They're worried about you." He didn't know if she knew, but here was no need to beat around the bush. Things were getting serious.

"I know." She nodded a little. "But, you know what? It's fine. Everything is fine." She looked up into his eyes. "But, all the same, sit down." He did as he was told. "I love you Wilson. I love you. And I'm happy that I married you, I don't regret it for a second. You're an amazing man and you're going to be a wonderful father."

"Thanks. And you're going to be a great mother. I love you, and you've made me so happy as my wife. But your job's not finished yet. You're not allowed to go anywhere, OK?"

She saw he was tearing up. "Hey, stop that. Nothing has happened yet. Wait a bit before you turn on the water works."

"How are you so calm?"

"It's like I told you before. I know myself. I know my body. Everything is all right."

Wilson went through the halls to a place he had only visited once or twice before, the nursery. He peered through the window with about five or so other people. It was midday now, and peak visiting time. The babies in front of him were the ones that were born healthy, after growing for the right amount of time and coming out at a normal point in the pregnancy without any complications. To the left of him was the nursery for the premature babies. He walked over and looked at that window. All of the babies were so small, some small enough to fit in the palms of both of his hands.

He couldn't comprehend how something that small could be jeopardizing Becca's life so much. She was so many times bigger than it, and so many times bigger than her stupid liver that was failing. He understood everything that was going on, or at least all that was told to him, but he just didn't get it. Why Becca? Why their baby? Why him? Why now? Why any of these other babies, these other families that he was looking in on now? Why?

Wilson couldn't make heads or tails of his emotions. He was angry, hurt, sad, and confused all at once. He felt them all so strongly, and that, coupled with his passionate love for Becca, was making him a wreck. He could only imagine how she was feeling. He had to go back to the room to see her. He had had his break. Now it was time to go back into the line of fire. Let's hope that he is ready for the challenge.

A/N: Hrm. It appears there are two more chapters until something. I think a few of you don't know how the story is going to end so I won't spoil it, but it's not that hard to figure out.

Challenge? Like Real World/ Road Rules? Nah, more like The Gauntlet! Review.