Hello, so well. I have been so bad with updating lately I have decided to update all of my stories at the same time. So well, here it is for this story
Cookie05: It's not the flu, it could get a lot worse than the flu but they're catching it in time. And they're worried for multiple reasons, I mean Mike, May- Li and Faith are worried because they know Kenny's pregnant which could make just a flu a whole lot worse, and then the others gets worried because they know how Mike is always so calm and everything they know he wouldn't worry for just the flu. And then they're worried because when someone doesn't get to keep anything down like that it can get really, really serious. So well… I'm sorry I didn't make it more clear : )
TamJaspie: Agreed, poor Kenny, she will and here is the new chapter.
LocalXmusicXjellybeanX: Yaaaay, finally. Yaaaay and he is in this chapter too. Oh noes and obviously not everything is okay but things will get better.
Mike POV
"Do you know what's going on?" Trenton nodded. "Okay, then you come with me and Kenny to the hospital. Can you get her downstairs by yourself while I drive up the car?" Trenton nodded again. "Okay, May- Li, stay with the children. I'll call as soon as I know more." I hurried out in the hallway and down the stairs. Spent way too long searching through my jacket for my keys, found them on my desk and then swore as I ran outside and got into my car.
"Come on now old Betsy." I hit the steering wheel. "If you don't give up on me today then I swear I'll give you service soon." I turned the key again- and easier than what it had done in a long while the motor started. But I was too stressed out to react to that while I waited for Trenton and Kenny to come into the car too.
Trenton came walking with May- Li helping him get Kenny into the car and getting the seatbelt on. Kenny seemed half asleep as her head slumped back towards the window and Trenton got into the other side of the back seat by her and then I hit the gas and sped towards the ER. "God why are we so far away from the hospital?" I asked myself and continued with swearing about half the way to the hospital.
And then at last I could pull over in front of the emergency room, I might have parked over two spots or anything- But getting Kenny in would be more important than the parking tickets I might get with parking like this. I quickly got out and lifted Kenny out of the vehicle rushing as fast as I could with her in my arms and Trenton running after.
"HELP" I shouted as soon as we were inside. "I NEED SOME HELP HERE." A couple of doctors ran up with a gurney I could lay Kenny down on. "Her… her name is Kenny, I don't know full name, she's fourteen. She… she's been throwing up and have got a temperature and she wouldn't get to keep anything down." I hesitated but knew I had to tell the doctors even though Trenton heard me. "She's pregnant. But I don't know how far along."
"You need to leave now sir, you too." A nurse came and pulled me and Trenton out of the room. I went to move the car and pay parking and when I came back Trenton sat in the waiting room, the sole of one of his converse towards the edge of another plastic chair, his glasses in his hand and his other hand in his hair.
"Hey." I sat down by him and he nodded slightly. "You alright?" He nodded again and bit his lip, then looked towards a piano that stood in the waiting room, wondering out loud who would put a piano in a waiting room at the hospital. A doctor that was just getting an old man that sat by us explained to him the piano was a gift from a musician they treated, it helped some people here calm down and relax. He could play it if he wanted it.
Trenton looked up at me as if he needed permission from me to play it, I gestured to him to just go and play it, he stood up and sat down and slowly started playing on something that was just improvising I knew- because I knew Trenton, playing more flowing and faster for every tone. More and more people in the waiting room silent and looked towards the young boy by the piano- but Trenton didn't notice- he was far gone in his own world as his fingers danced over the keys.
During the whole while Trenton played the piano he didn't look up and seemed far away in his own world, then as the last tone rang out he stood up and put the lock down over the keys again. The waiting room was quiet for another few seconds before a little boy who sat in his mum's lap started clapping as fast and hard as he could, followed by me and his mum- and then one after one- more and more at the time started clapping.
I watched Trenton stand up and he bowed slightly in a thank you for the applause. Then as the sound of people clapping rang out and Trenton came walking and sat down by me again. "Is she really?" He asked and looked up at me while the buzz of people's voices started again. "Kenny, is she really pregnant?" I nodded- wasn't sure how else I would answer. Trenton silent for a moment, and I started wondering if he knew something I or the others didn't. "I know what you think Mike. But I don't know anything more about her than you do. Although…" Trenton seemed to think about something and stopped in the middle of a sentence
"What?"
"A few days ago Kenny told me someone she knew was sending something to her. It haven't arrived yet but she said writing her name on it wouldn't be a good idea so she wanted to use my name instead. Maybe she's afraid of that someone will find her- maybe someone hurt her and is trying to come after her or something. Maybe she was raped and is running away from the rapist." I shook my head.
I already knew Kenny was a runaway. It had been easy to guess as she said she had left before her parents- whoever they were- found out that she was pregnant. And as far as I could see she was telling the truth when she had told me she hadn't been raped. "No." I stated. "No I don't think so."
That Kenny was a runaway would also explain why she didn't want her name on the parcel- if it caught up in the post because someone recognized it from the news or the paper it would be easy to find her here- and maybe that made sense why she would say "just Kenny" when we asked for her name- if we had her full name it would be easy for us to find her parents and just send her back.
I silent as I didn't know what else to say, Trenton pulled up his phone and started playing some game to keep his mind of things but hadn't played for even two minutes before he turned it off and tucked the phone back in his pocket, and after all there wasn't more than fifteen minutes from when we had arrived to when a doctor came out in the room and turned to me and Trenton.
"Are you family of Kenny?" I answered him yes. "Well." He sat down. "She's dehydrated because she threw up and lost loads of fluid, even more because she threw up again and you know like that. I've got to ask you though? What's her full name?" Trenton shrugged and I explained about elm tree house and everything for the doctor. "Okay. Can you show me an ID?" I nodded and pulled out my wallet showing that I was who I said I was. "Okay… then I can take you to her now. Oh and I'm Doctor Harrison by the way. Sorry." He shook my hand and then Trenton's before he turned towards the hallway and walked before me and Trenton into an examine room in the end of the hallway where Kenny laid with an IV in her hand, sleeping.
"She's dehydrated right?" Trenton asked and sat down on a chair by the bed. "I checked that thing where you take a piece of skin on the back of the hand and let it go- but I'm not sure it actually works."
"It does." Dr. Harrison said. "And it does it right." He took Kenny's hand in his. "When you get dehydrated the skin gets dry—and so the skin that should go down fast when you lift it between your thumb and finger it goes down to its usual place very slowly." He let go of the piece of skin he had taken between his thumb and finger. "And that's an easy and fast test to do if you believe anyone might suffer from dehydration." He carefully laid Kenny's hand down by her again. "And that causes symptoms- amongst others- nausea and vomiting"
"So what is it you're doing now?" I asked.
"We're re- hydrating her. If we gave her fluid to drink she would probably get sick again so we're giving it through an IV so it goes straight into her blood, when that whole bag with fluid have gone into her system she'll be just fine and we'll see then if we need to keep her here over observation over the night. But if she can keep solid food and fluid down and the fever's gone down again she will be as good as new. There's not so much I can do right now but she should wake up soon. Just press that red button if you need anything."
"I need to go call the others and tell them what's going on." I told Trenton. "I'll just go outside so I can do it there. I'll be back in a minute." I walked out into the emergency room and quickly walked over to the front doors and outside where I sat down on a bench and pulled out my cellphone from my pocket and pressed the number to Elm Tree House.
When I came back into Kenny's room Trenton was half asleep with his head at Kenny's bed and sitting on the chair closest to it. I didn't want to call for the doctor to ask him bring out a blanket for the young teenager but I walked out in the car where one of Johnny's hoodies laid threw and forgotten in the back seat and when I came back into Kenny's room I draped it over the shoulders of Trenton before I walked out in the hallway and grabbed a book about whatever from a shelf in the lounge.
The book wasn't good but I kept riffling through page after page with facts and stories and pictures of Elvis Presley- after all he was a legend until I heard Kenny groaning and Trenton drowsily sat up and looked around trying to localize himself. "Wha' ha'bb'ed" Kenny asked drowsily and I explained to her what had happened. "My baby?" I looked around confused while thinking about what to answer and then called for the doctor.
"You know… Kenny… the body is a very smart thing. And when you're pregnant- the top priority is the baby so because that we caught the dehydration up so fast- your baby is just fine- that might also be why it went so fast from being like it always is to you being so dehydrated. Were there anymore questions?" Kenny shook her head weakly and Dr. Harrison- who was just as any doctor- very stressed hurried out the room again.
A few hours later a nurse came into the room with a tray with a glass of water, a sandwich and a small box of jelly. "Take it slowly, and the water first, wait a while, drink some more and do that a couple of times, if you can keep it go over to the jelly for a little while and if you get to keep that try the sandwich." Kenny nodded and the nurse rose the head of the bed and moved the table over so Kenny could reach for the glass.
"You gave us a major scare there kiddo." I stroke her over the still fever- warm forehead. It didn't feel quite as warm as it had done earlier so I hoped the fever have gone down. "If you ever get sick or something again- just tell us okay? Then we can hopefully catch and treat it before we have to go to the hospital again." Kenny nodded and slowly lifted the glass to slowly take a few sips. "Hey… just a little at the time okay? You could drink a little more in a little while as long as you don't…" Kenny interrupted my sentence and finished the sentence.
"…Get sick again. Calm down Mike. I'm dehydrated- not stupid. I know what it means being dehydrated and how you treat it because I have seen people treat it at least a thousand times I just was too- well- tired and out and everything to realize I had it this time." Kenny pulled her legs up and changed position just as Trenton's phone beeped with a message.
"Your things have arrived at the post Ken'" He said. "I can go and get it- it's only a block away so… can I?" Trenton raised an eyebrow and looked to me. I nodded and told him that as long as he was careful and watched out he could go so he stood up, pulled his hoodie on and then left the room just as I heard an ambulance pull up in front of the ER.
Trenton POV
Just as I walked towards the doors the paramedics from the ambulance that just pulled over fast pushed in a rolling bed while telling the doctors that was going on. "Maria Williamson, 38 years old, car crash…" I didn't stay to listen anymore but covered my eyes and stumbling and running into stuff I ran towards and through the doors before I dropped my hand just to see a boy- maybe five or six years old that was crying and screaming for his mum- from the same car crash.
I turned around and ran through the streets towards the post, stopping about a block away from it where I sunk down on the sidewalk and tried to catch my breath. "It's not her. It's just the same first name and… a very alike last name and… a very alike situation. It's not her…." I thought over and over again.
She's been dead for years
I stood up and continued walking towards the post. The parcel I got was quite big but the guy at the post pulled plastic straps around it so I could wear it like a backpack- well he had probably done this before! With that I walked back towards the hospital. Mike laughed at the shoulder straps the guy at the post had put on the parcel, he was about to carry it out to the car himself but Kenny told him not to and pulled out a set off clothes and a pencil case and a notebook before she grabbed the remote to the TV in the room and started zapping between the channels
Kenny POV
"So" The doctor said later that night. "Everything seems fine but because of the pregnancy and everything we'd like to keep you here over the night for observation." I sighed and leaned my head backwards towards the pillow again. "I know… no one likes to be hold at a hospital but it's for your own and your child's best." I nodded.
Mike went to drive Trenton home and sitting there looking out the window I suddenly thought of something, so when Mike had fallen asleep in the chair in the room I sat up and grabbed the notebook and a pencil from the pencil case
What had happened today had made me realize clearer than earlier about how much could go wrong with this. And if something happened to me- then no one at the dumping ground would have no idea who I was or where I came from. So I needed to leave something for them- just in case the worst possible would happen- to let them know who I was if something happened to me. So I placed the notebook on my lap and started writing
Hello whoever found this
If you found this it means something have gone seriously wrong. If you found this it means that something have gone as wrong as it could ever have gone. I'm writing this the night when I'm in hospital because I was dehydrated. If you found this it means that my child might not be there either but if he or she is then I won't be there to watch Boo grow up.
If you found this it means that you need to know everything about me, or maybe I'll stay a Jane Doe forever. Without anyone knowing who I am or where I came from, as if I just turned up from nowhere and then found the dumping ground. But of course that isn't the case, and this letter, I have written so if the worst that can happen has happened you will know enough about who I am to find my mum and tell the ones I know what had happened to me and why I let go off them
First of all, my name is Kennedy Joanie LaRusso. Second, I'm born December the 24th 1999 and I'm fourteen years old- fifteen if my birthday have passed without me getting a chance to change that. My mum's name is Joanie LaRusso and my dad's dead but his name was Stewart Wilde. But I never knew him- he raped my mum and when he found out she was pregnant he took a bunch of pills, swallowed them with some alcoholic drink and the rest is history. I never knew him- I hate him for a matter of fact so don't mind about him.
I grew up with my mum at a home called the house of the shining sun- but I and most people just call it Sunshine. It's a home for disabled adults- and the part of the house where I grew up- is for people with the kind of brain damage that literally make them act and think like children- my mum is one of those.
The home is at Tennessee street number twenty two in a town called Oaklee. It's almost five and a half hours away from Newcastle and right by the borderline to Wales. My mum is like them all living there- like a child- but if you need to speak to anyone there ask for Scotty Marten- he's the one who helped me run away he'll be better with handling her than any of you.
The father of the baby's name is Jason White- but he broke up with me as soon as he knew I was pregnant. And with that. I'm going over to the most important part of this letter. What will happen to the baby if I'm not there to take care of it? And I have two very important rules. One is that he or she is not growing up with my mum- whatever happens Boo is not getting the same struggles growing up as I had. And two- whatever happens- just make sure my Boo is safe- just make sure he will have a happy and healthy childhood.
About the baby, I have wishes of names- ever since I was little and playing with dolls I knew what I wanted to name my baby if I'd ever have one which I am now. And whether he or she survived or is alive Boo needs a name. If it's a boy his name is Elijah Christopher LaRusso, and if it's a girl her name is Molly Rose LaRusso. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I also want Boo to know that I will always and forever love her or him.
If you find Jace- the father of my child- tell him that he really wasn't just another crush but something so much more. And if you talk to Scotty Marten than tell him that I really appreciated his help. Whenever some blames him or herself for what went wrong or not seeing it or whatever tell them what happened would have happened anyway and it wasn't their fault.
And tell everyone I could never have gotten through things without them okay
-Kenny
This is the fifth chapter I finish for my update- all- of- my- stories- at- the- same- time- project.