I had a lot of trouble with the medical stuff again. Sorry if some of it is wrong, it is all my mistake, and it is just a story, so what the heck? I have been planing out what is going to happen in my head, and I think I am going to go ahead and write until and a little after the baby is born, skipping time here and there. I had a question from a reviewer, when were Troy and Gabriella drinking? Well, I will answer in this chapter. Sorry if I confused you! By the way, some of the tings in this chapter about Gabriella's past are made up by yours truly. Me!

I need to clear something up again. The HSM movie ended when it was about four weeks into the new year. My story has been going on for six weeks, more in this chapter. So it starts out in mid March, and I will let you add up the rest of the time.

All the reviews made me update faster. OK, need opinions. Do you like Ryan or Troy better? Not in stories or anything, but in the movie. I like Troy! He is awesome!

P.S. I don't have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

The room was so silent you could hear the clock ticking. Gabriella looked down at the floor and wrapped her arms around hr knees, bringing them to her chest. Mr. and Mrs. Bolten watched her, mouths hanging open. Ms. Montez nodded at the doctor, as it to tell him that would be OK. He nodded back and started walking out of the room, not wanting to get in the middle of any family matters. Mr. Bolten finally seemed to find his voice.
"Troy's?" Was all he asked. Gabriella nodded slightly, tears trailing down her face. Mr. Bolten dropped into the nearest chair in shock. Ms. Montez placed a comforting hand of Gabriella's back, rubbing small circles.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Bolten, I r-really am." Gabriella chocked out between sobs. She knew this was not going to go well. Mrs. Bolten, if at all possible, seemed more surprised than her husband.

"Are you going to keep it?" Mrs. Bolten asked. Gabriella just nodded again. Mr. Bolten was just about to speak again when a young, blonde nurse walked inside. Clearly confused, she stopped at the door.

"Gabriella Montez?" Gabriella looked up.

"It's me." She said simply. The nurse was surprised, but chose not to say anything as she moved the wheelchair she pushed over to Gabriella's bedside. "Do I have to go in that? Can't I walk?" Ms. Montez smiled, recalling that Troy had said something almost exactly like that to them when he had broken his leg.

"Yes. I am going to bring you up to Dr. Chamberlin. By the way, I am Alice." Gabriella muttered hello as she moved herself into the wheelchair, not meeting the Boltens' eye's. The nurse turned to Ms. Montez. "Are you Karen Montez?"

"Yes, that's me. Can I come up with my daugther?"

"Sure." She smiled, trying to get rid of some of the tension in the room. It wasn't working. So instead, she just started pushing the wheelchair out of the room. Once outside, she breathed a sigh of relief. Pushing Gabriella toward the elevator, she began to wonder why she was so bad with these situations. Pulled from her thoughts by the elevator dinging to tell her it was open, she got inside. Once in the O.B. section (A/N: Do not know what to call it) of the hospital, Alice pushed Gabriella through several halls. Sitting in chairs were mothers of all ages. Some of them were very clearly pregnant, and some of them were not. Little kids ran around the room, their mothers to tired to run after them. Gabriella smiled at one little girl, she looked to be about three and was sitting up against the wall, her thumb in her mouth. She looked as though she was trying to hide from a boy, about her age, but was failing. Jumping up from her spot, she yelled something about 'cooties' and ran off.

At some point, Gabriella did not remember, cooties had become a thing of the past. Well, apparently, or else she wouldn't be here right now. She was going to kill Chad when she got out of here. Three days after the big game, he had thrown a party for all of the winners. That included all of the decathlon winners as well. Halfway through the party, which he had had to force Troy to come to, he had surprised everyone by taking out a bottle of apparently very strong wine. Once nearly everyone was gone, they had ended up playing 'Never have I ever', drinking when they hadn't. After five drinks, you were out. Gabriella and Troy hadn't wanted to play with the wine, but again, Chad persuaded them to. Yea, well, she was going to ring his neck.

Gabriella was pulled from her thoughts when Alice pushed her through a doorway, bumping the wheelchair on the wall as she did it. She muttered 'sorry' and parked the wheelchair beside a small, white bed.

"OK. Please sit up on the bed, Dr. Chamberlin will be with you in a moment."Alice hastily walked out of the room, leaving Ms. Montez and Gabriella all alone. Gabriella moved onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing she wasn't here right now. If something was wrong with the baby, she would have something else to blame on herself.

"Hello, Gabriella." She jerked her head up to see a tall woman walk into the room. She was wearing colorful scrubs, as all of the doctors in O.B. did. She flipped through a chart, probably Gabriella's, and sat down in the chair besideher bed.

"How old are you?" Dr. Chamberlin asked politely.

"Sixteen," Gabriella said quietly.

"OK." She reached back to where a machine was sitting on a rolling cart and pulled it forward. "I'm guessing this is your first time, so am going to explain everything as I go along. First, this is called an ultrasound. And although I cannot tell much because of your being early in your first trimester, I am going to make sure your baby is healthy." Flipping the machine on, the screen, which looked much like a flat-top computer, flashed blue for am minute before turning black. Reaching and taking the hand-held (A/N: Someone, please tell me what it is called. The little hand held thing they use to move over your stomach to check things.) thing, she showed it to Gabriella. "I am going to use this to look. Now, I am going to put some gel on your stomach, it will be a little cold."

"Ah!" Gabriella said in surprise. She hadn't been kidding, the stuff was ice cold.

"Sorry. Now, here," She started moving it over Gabriella's abdomen, coming upon a small image. "Is your baby." It was tiny, smaller than your fist. Gabriella smiled a little, looking at the baby. She stared at the screen as Dr. Chamberlin checked things out. It was her baby. Although she had had second thoughts while thinking about after she had found out, she now knew she would never do anything to hurt her baby, her and Troy's. After about ten minutes, Dr. Chamberlin put everything up, using a Kleenex to wipe the gel off of Gabriella's stomach.

"I am going to go over all of the risk and the precautions with you in a second, but first, what are you going to do? I know that you are young, and this is going to change your life in a lot of ways. Do you want to have the baby?" Gabriella nodded. "OK. Do you want to keep it. If not, we can find a nice couple that would be willing to adopt. You could get to know them throughout your pregnancy, and make sure you would trust them with your baby."

"No. I want to keep it." Gabriella said, speaking for the first time to Dr. Chamberlin. She was clearly surprised, but kept it to herself. Not too many sixteen-year-olds came in pregnant, and walked out the same way. Most of them that did wanted to give the child up for adoption when it was born.

"OK. Now, lets start. First off," She took a small, white bottle out from one of the drawers and handed it to Gabriella. "These are pre-Natal(sp?) vitamins, you need to take one every day. They will help keep you and your baby healthy.If they make you sick, try taking it before bed. Gabriella, do you, or have you ever smoked, drunk or done drugs?"

"No, well, I drunk once."

"Before or after you got pregnant?" Gabriella wanted to laugh. That was the reason she was pregnant.

"Before."

"Good." She wrote something down on the chart. "While you are pregnant, I highly stress that you do not drink, smoke or use drugs in any way. If you have any problems, such as serious stomach cramps, nausea that lasts more than a week or bad problems keeping the vitamins down, please come back in. None of these problems are serious, But they can develop and we would like to make sure that nothing is wrong.Make sure you are eating enough for the two of you. And you will be more tired than usual, but that is just because of the baby. I am going to give you a booklet that will explain this stuff in more detail. I would like you to read it as well, Ms. Montez, and anyone else that is going to help take care of Gabriella.

"What are the chances of a miscarriage?" Gabriella asked. She knew all about them. When she was seven, her mom had miscarried. She had been so excited, to finally have a sister of brother.

"Small, but that is the reason we are going to keep an eye on you. To make sure both you and your baby are healthy.

"Sure. Thank yo very much, Dr. Chamberlin."

"Please, call me Diane." Ms. Montez helped Gabriella back into the wheelchair and walked over to Diane, holding out her hand. Diane shook it. "And I would like to see you back here in about two months. You can call and make an appointment. Oh, Gabriella, I got you these from the ultrasound." She handed three small pictures to Gabriella, all of them of her baby. She smiled a little, looking at the pictures.

The days passed quickly for Gabriella. Morning sickness had set in, and she was miserable. It was bad, she was not only sick in the morning, but in the afternoon as well. She had been moved from the ICU and into a normal room. Seeing the phycitrist, Isabelle, twice a day was killer for her. Eventually, when it became apparent that Gabriella didn't want to go anywhere, Isabelle had started coming down to her room. Gabriella hadn't said anything so far that had to do with why she had tried to commit suicide, only answering the questions that had nothing to do with that subject, Troy or her baby, which wasn't really progress, seeing as those were the subjects they wanted her to get comfortable talking about. It was on the third day that they actually made some progress.

"So, Gabriella, when did you meet Troy?" Isabelle was throwing these questions in with normal ones about her friends and everyday life.

"Um...at a ski lodge on New Years Eve." Gabriella said, surprising Isabelle.

"OK. Good, so, how did you meet him?"

"We were both shoved up on the stage to sing at the New Years Eve party. I didn't want to do it at first, and was considering just stepping down."

"What made you change your mind?" Isabelle asked, it seemed that Gabriella was OK with talking about this subject, so she was going to stick with it for a while.

"When I saw that Troy was just as scared as me." Gabriella smiled a little at the memory. She was sitting on her bed, arms wrapped around her knees.

"So, if you were just on vacation, how come you and Troy live close together?"

"My mom's company had her transferred." And that was the last that Isabelle got out of Gabriella that day. She sighed and walked outside where Ms. Montez and Mr. and Mrs. Bolten. They had decided to come and talk to Gabriella that day, but had almost been immediately shoved out by Isabelle.

"Nothing much. She was talking for a while about how her and Troy met, then she stopped talking again." Ms. Montez sighed, looking in through the glass in the door. Gabriella was sitting in the same position, except this time she was staring out of the window again. This continued, Gabriella would talk for a short while each time, but never open up fully. Troy's condition improved a little, he was now breathing on his own, being taken off of the ventilator for a while each day, so he could get used to breathing on his own, but the doctors didn't want to take him off of it fully yet. Early one day in April, Gabriella was sitting beside Troy's bed, talking to him.

"Hey, Troy, it's me again. I know if you could hear me, you would be sick of me talking to you, but I have something to tell you today." She still hadn't told him of the baby, even of he couldn't hear her, she was afraid. "Your going to be a dad. Yup. In about seven months. This scares me to death, Troy. I don't want to do it alone, I want you to wake up and be a part of your kids life." A tear slipped down her cheek. "I really need help. Your parents seemed to accept it, not that they could do anything even if they wanted to. I really don't want to do it alone. I want to raise this baby, I want us too, you have to wake up." She looked down toward the ground, tears not freely slipping down her face. She was about to stand up and go when she felt Troy's hand tighten around hers. She looked up, sure she had immagned it. No, there it was again. Looking into Troy's face, she saw what she had been telling herself not believe would actually happen. Troy's eye's were open.

"Oh, my God! Troy!" Gabriella let go of his hand and ran to the door, opening it and looking out. Mrs. Bolten had given her a minute alone with Troy, but was still waiting outside. "Mrs. Bolten! Troy is waking up!

Ahhhh! No, don't kill me, I beg of you! Well, there is your chapter. My fingers hurt...

Well, did Troy hear Gabriella's confession? Is he going to be OK? Will he except that he is going to be a father? Would you like more chapters, or just this next one?