The second to the last month something terrible happened. It was on one of Kitty's daily walks with Piotr that she felt a terrible pain in her stomach. It was so sudden that she stopped where she stood and clutched Piotr's hand.
"Katya, what's wrong?" He tried to stand her back on her feet as she started to sink to the ground. The next thing that happened was that he scooped her up in his arms with ease, and walked back to the mansion as fast he could.
Bursting through the door brought an uprise with ever whom was passing. "Some thing is wrong with Katya!" Piotr exclaimed, still holding onto Kitty as she waled and screamed in agony.
"D-don't worry, I'll get my car." Scott said and ran away very quickly.
When Scott pulled around to the front, Piotr and Kitty got in. While Scott drove, Piotr sat in the back seat with Kitty to watch over her. Scott got them to the hospital as soon as he could and from then, the professional doctors took over.
"You'll have to wait in the waiting room," the nurse said as they both watched Kitty being wheeled off in a wheelchair, still crying from the pain.
An hour passed on and no word from the doctors or nurses. While Scott was as cool as a cucumber, Piotr was as nervous as a hare in a fox den. "Excuse me is--" he tried catching the attention of the doctors. "If you could tell me--" they walked away again. Fitted with anger he cursed under his breath and turned to Scott. "Why will they not say anything?"
"Piotr, you have to remember these are professionals, and are sure to be doing everything they possibly can to help her."
Piotr turned heel and grabbed the collar of Scott's shirt, pulling him out of his seat. Security guards that were seeing this situation started to advance toward them. "Is there a problem here?" Piotr turned around when he heard this voice. He let Scott slip through his hands, and it gave a small thump on the ground.
"No problem, just waiting on someone." Scott said coolly, adjusting his collar.
"Alright. Watch yourself," he directed himself to Piotr. "Any more disturbances and we'll have to throw you out." The guards walked away and all fell quiet between the two of them. Scott went back to reading a magazine he'd found and Piotr went back to pacing around and only occasionally stopping the residents for information.
About five minutes later, when Piotr had stopped pressing the residents and left to go to the restroom, a doctor finally walked to Scott. "Peter Rasputin?"
Scott stood up. "Mr. Rasputin?"
"Uh--no, that's actually my friend, he just went to the bathroom a few seconds ago. He should be out any minute. Is Kitty alright?" Scott asked.
"She's fine. We managed to find that it was just a false labor," Scott sighed deeply and looked around for Piotr. Still in the restroom. "You can go see her if you like."
"Thanks." The doctor and Scott both left the waiting room and headed toward Kitty's room.
When Piotr came out he found Scott missing. He knew that the residents weren't up for helping him before, so he went to go look for Scott himself, and possibly Kitty. "Scott!" He shouted in the halls. "Scott!"
"Sir, you'll have to keep you voice down." A young man said to him.
"I am looking for someone," Piotr said.
"You'll have to wait in the waiting room, someone will come and get you." The young man started to lead him back to the waiting room, but Piotr kept his feet glued to the spot and stood at it.
"No," he said angrily. "I will not wait any longer My girlfriend is 8 months pregnant and she could be in trouble." Piotr grabbed on the man's collar with quite a grip but didn't lift him up. "You can help me or I'll find her on my own."
"Security!" The man shouted. The same two guards from before, putting their coffees down, came rushing over to them.
"We warned you--"
"No, don't!" Scott came finally running around the corner. "Please, he didn't know where I was, I went looking for him and . . . his girlfriend is pregnant. "Scott explained, he looked to Piotr. "Kitty's fine. It was just a false labor alert, the baby's alright. Please," Scott looked to the guards pleadingly.
"You got lucky. Go, but I don't want to ever see you causing trouble here." Scott took Piotr's hand," Hey," he called to him, and Piotr turned around. "Congratulations."
Piotr sat at Kitty's bedside and kissed her forehead lightly. "The doctor said she's free to go when she wants," Scott said.
"Like thank goodness. I don't want to stay here another minute until the baby is really ready to come out." Kitty started to sit up.
When Kitty was ready to go, the boys helped her to the front desk and the doctor cleared her out. From that point on Scott drove them home and Kitty was put on constant surveillance until the time of next month, coincidently.