Well, since I have the multiple threats of angry mobs coming after me, I am going to update. I have 13 reviews! Yippee! And the reason I leave the chapters where I do is to see what you guys would do. I have fun doing it! It is fun! You need to read this, so you don't get confused with what is going to happen in this chapter. I am going to add up all the time since I have started this story. OK, this first started a week after the movie ended, the after party. Since Troy ran away, it has been about five weeks. (And it was only a couple of days between him running away and the beginning of the story, so I do not have to count that.)

I do not know if Gabriella would have to go to the ICU after losing so much blood, but for the sake of the story, I am going to say she does. Well, on with the story! By The Way: Gabriella and Troy are still 16, same as in the movie.

P.S. I do not have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

Ms. Montez paced back and forth in the waiting room. It had been almost forty-five minutes, although it seemed like a lifetime, and she still had no word from the doctors. They were still working on Gabriella. She was just about to walk up to the front desk and demand they tell her what was going on with her daugther when a women in a white coat came in. She walked up to Ms. Montez, smiling. Well, it had to be good news.
"Hello, Ms. Montez, I am Dr. Livingston and I was helping take care of your daugther."

"How is she?" Ms. Montez stopped pacing and walked over to the doctor.

"Well, she is doing good. Please, take a seat." She motioned for Ms. Montez to sit in one of the empty seats, then took one beside her. "Your daugther is fine. We are going to keep an eye on her for a while, which means that she will have to stay in the hospital. Also, I would like someone to come down and talk to her. Do you have any idea why she did this?"

"Yes. I think she holds herself responsible for her boyfriend. He was in a shooting, and the doctors think he might have permanent brain damage. Gabriella has been going through a lot, but I never thought she would go this far. What took you so long, by the way? You were in there for forty-five minutes." Ms. Montez asked, she was more than a little worried, and was wondering if something more serious had happened.

"Well, the blood loss deprived the fetus of..." She was cut off by Ms. Montez speaking.

"Excuse me? What did you say?"

"Um...that the blood loss deprived the fetus of oxygen for almost thirty minutes. Ms. Montez, did you know Gabriella was pregnant?"

"No! No, I didn't!" Now Ms. Montez was very upset. Gabriella? Pregnant? Why didn't they know? "How far along is she?"

"About six weeks."

"Why didn't we know?" Ms. Montez asked, speaking her mind.

"Well, some people have morning sickness, and that is usually how they find out. Either the morning sickness has not set in yet, or Gabriella is going to pass it altogether." Ms. Montez was silent for a moment, totally surprised by this news. Then something else came to her, how were the Boltens' going to take it? Was the baby Troy's?

"When will Gabriella wake up? Can I take her home when she does?"

"No, we can't risk sending her home inthisstate. And if she does not know she is pregnant, it could drive her deeper into depression, we need her to see a specialist before sending her home. We would also like to keep an eye on the fetus, make sure everything is in working order. She should wake up soon, in a matter of hours." Ms. Montez nodded, she was going to have a very long talk with Gabriella when she got up.

"Do you have any more questions?"

"No, not right now. Can I see Gabriella?" The doctor nodded and walked to the door, opening it and walking out, motioning for Ms. Montez to follow her. She did. They walked for about a minute, passing several sick people. Some of them were young, some older, ranging from all ages. They soon arrived in a small room, much like the one Troy was in when he had broken his leg.

"We will be taking her up to the ICU soon. Don't be scared of the tube in her mouth, we had to intibate her because she was not breathing on her own. She is now, don't worry. We will be taking it out as soon as she wakes up." Ms. Montez nodded, walking over to Gabriella's bedside and taking her hand. She was pale, her hair hanging limply around her face. The doctors had cleaned up all of the blood. Ms. Montez would never forget the picture of Gabriella on her bathroom floor, surrounded by blood. She couldn't believe it. Gabriella, pregnant. She was gonna be a grandma before her daugther even moved out. She smiled a little. Just then two doctors walked in, one placing a hand on her shoulder.

Ma'am, we need to move Gabriella up to the ICU. They will take very good care of here there. We are a little crowded, so she will have to share a room. Will that bother you?" Ms. Montez shook her head. "Good. You can follow us up and stay with her as long as you would like. Normally, we would send her home, but she needs to see someone, as Dr. Livingston has explained to you, and she also needs to see an expert about the baby, to make sure it is OK."

"Thank you." The two doctors placed up the guardrails on Gabriella's bed and started pushing it toward the elevator. Once there, they moved her inside and pressed the button for the ICU floor. Ms. Montez had seen this floor many times when she had been up here with Troy, it was very familiar. One of the two doctors opened a door that had the letters 210 on it, moving the bed inside. As soon as they entered, Ms. Montez gasped. In the bed next to Gabriella was Troy. The doctor noticed.

"Do you want us to pull the curtains?" Ms. Montez shook her head, watching as the doctors hooked Gabriella toa ventilator.

"Does she have to be hooked up to that?"

"No, we will take it out when she wakes up, but it is very uncomfortable to take it out when they are sleeping." Ms. Montez took the seat beside her daugthers bed and held her hand. It was when she heard voice behind her that she turned around. It was the Boltens. They were back to visit Troy. Mrs. Bolten noticed Ms. Montez and walked over.

"Oh, my God. What's wrong?"

"Gabriella...she tried to commit suicide." Mrs. Bolten gasped. Karen (A/N: That is Ms. Montez's first name, made by yours truly, me) decided to tell them about Gabriella's pregnancy when she was awake.

"What? Why?" Mr. Bolten asked, although he had an idea why. God, this was all his fault. If he hadn't been so hard on Troy and Gabriella,none of them would be here. Ms. Montez took a deep breath, trying to contain tears.

"She blames herself." She didn't need to say any more, they understood. Just then, a whimper from Gabriella's bed made her turn back. What? The doctors said it would take her hours to wake up, it hadn't been hours.

"Gabbi? Don't try to talk. I'll go get the doctor. Gabbi nodded, tears in her eyes. Ms. Montez went to the door and called the nearest doctor. He walked in and smiled at Gabriella.

"Hello, Gabriella. Don't be scared. We have the tube in your throat to help you breathe, we can take it out now." He positioned himself at her side, disconnecting the tube and placing his hand on the part that was in her mouth. "OK, I need you to take a deep breath, and blow out really hard when I tell you to, understand?" Gabriella nodded, looking up at her mom. She smiled at her encouragingly.

"One, two, three, blow!" Gabriella blew as hard as she could, feeling the tube slip from her throat. As soon as it was out, she started coughing violently. It subsided quickly as she looked around the room, her eye's landing on Troy. Tears slipping from her eye's, she laid back down on the bed. Not trusting her voice just yet, she looked up at her mom questioningly.

"Gabbi, you are in the ICU, you tried to kill yourself, do you remember?" Gabriella did not respond, just staring up at the ceiling. Ms. Montez continued. "I brought you to the hospital, you needed a huge blood transfusion."

"I want to go home." She said simply. The doctor shook his head, looking at the Boltens.

"Could you step outside for a moment and give us some time with Gabriella?" They nodded and Mr. Bolten lead his wife out of the room, following quietly. The doctor just stood quietly, looking at Ms. Montez. "Would you like a moment with her?" Ms. Montez nodded and he left the room, smiling.

"Gabriella, I need you to be truthful. Have you and Troy ever...done anything?" Gabriella didn't answer, still staring up at the ceiling. "Gabbi, we need to know." She sighed, finally looking at her mother.

"We both had a little too much to drink, mom. I'm sorry." Gabriella was crying again. Ms. Montez wrapped her arms around her daugther as best as she could without ripping out her IV.

"I need you to tell me something else." Ms. Montez took a deep breath, not wanting to bring this up so soon, but she had no choice, they had to have the ultrasound and a meeting with the specialist. "Did you know you were...pregnant?" Gabriella gasped, pulling back.

"What?"

"The doctor said so. You are about six weeks. Your blood loss could have hurt the baby, we need to talk with a specialist."

"M-mom? Are you mad?" Gabriella asked, fearing the worst.

"A little. Gabbi, do you want to have this baby?" Gabriella looked at her mom like she was something that had come from another planet.

"Of course, mom. This is me and Troy's baby your talking about. I could never kill it, or give it up for that matter." Ms. Montez was surprised at how fast her daugther had made up her mind. She must have, no, still did, really love Troy. This was going to change her life forever.

"OK. I will call the doctor-" She was cut off by a very loud beeping coming from the bed beside Gabriella's. Gasping, she ran to the door and yelled, "Doctor! I think something is happening to Troy!" The doctor ran in the room, Mr. and Mrs. Bolten right on his heels. He checked the machines and a few other things. Turning back to the occupants of the room, he smiled.

"What is it?" Mrs. Bolten asked, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"Oh, nothing bad. Quite the opposite, in fact. The machine is beeping to tell us that Troy has taken a breath on his own." Mrs. Boltens tears turned to ones of joy.

"Is he going to wake up?"

"I don't know, but the fact that he is starting to breathe on his own is a very good sign." They all smiled, Gabriella sitting up in her bed and wrapping her arms around her legs. The doctor turned to Gabriellaand Ms. Montez again.

"Gabriella, would you like me to call an O.B.?" He realized a little to late that Mr. and Mrs. Bolten were still in the room. Everyone in the room fell quiet.

Dun dun dun! the plot thickens! Please, don't kill me! I am not to good with all of the medical stuff, so if something is wrong, forgive me please. P.S. An O.B. is a doctor who helps take care of a person during a pregnancy, weither it is prenatal(sp?) care or termination. They are also called when the person goes into labor.

Next chapter: I'm not telling you! Hahaha! Do you want me to end this soon? Or should I go on until the baby is born and what troubles that happen from there on? You decide!