Hello! I know I probably have more than one person ready to hurt me for leaving the chapters where I have been. Sorry about that, I will try to end this one on a good note. Try being the operative word.

I have almost hit 100 reviews! Thank you guys for sticking with me and my crazy story for so long, I am happy! Anyway, I now have a beta, thank you so much, Monica, for helping me! You do realize that you get to read the chapter sooner than everyone else, right? Hey, I was watching HSM for like the hundredth time, and I noticed that right before Troy and Gabriella start to sing Breaking Free, when Troy is convincing Gabriella to sing, his shirt is zipped up, but one scene switch later, it is not. That confused me.

P.S. I now have a beta, yay for me!

Troy's eyes frantically scanned the room. He looked scared. Gabriella and the Boltons were by his side right away, and the doctor joined them quickly. He smiled, clearly happy that Troy was awake.

"Hello, Troy, and welcome back to the land of the living. Do not be afraid of the tube in your mouth, it is helping you breathe. I think that now that you are awake, we can take it out." He positioned himself above Troy, unhooking the tube from the ventilator and taking the tape off. Troy's eyes still roamed the room, nervously looking around. His eyes landed on his dad, and he quickly looked away, settling his vision on his mom and Gabriella. "Troy? I need you to take a deep breath. Then, when I say to, blow out as hard as you can, okay?" troy nodded, drawing in a breath. "One, two, three, blow!" Troy did as he was told, the tube slowly slipping from his mouth. As soon as it was out, he started coughing violently. Since the tube had been so long, he was not used to breathing without it present. After about two minutes, his coughing calmed.

"Troy, do you know where you are?" When Troy shook his head he continued, "You are in the hospital. I am Dr. Livingston. You were involved in a shooting and required surgery. If you notice some immobility, it is because you have been unconscious for a long period of time. Your speech should return soon." He smiled, checking a few things before turning to Mr. and Mrs. Bolton.

"He should be okay. I will give you a few minutes, but then someone needs to come back in and give him a full checkup to make sure all of his brain functions are intact. If he had trouble walking, talking or remembering things after about half an hour, call someone. Although I do not expect him to be walking without help for quite some time, talking shouldn't be a problem, neither should remembering things." He nodded once more at Troy, and walked out of the room. There was silence until Troy's dad spoke up.

"Welcome back, son." Troy turned his head to the side, looking his dad in the eye for the first time since he had woken up. Finally trusting his voice, he asked the question he had been wondering since he had woken up.

"How...l-long?" He managed to get the words out, but had a lot of trouble.

"How long what? Were you out?" Gabriella asked, somehow managing to avoid Troy's eye, he nodded. "Um...a month and a half?" She answered, but it sounded more like a question than an answer. Troy's eyes went wide as he tried to sit up in the bed.

"What?" He managed to get this word out loud and clear.

"Yes, Troy. We thought you weren't going to come back to us." Mrs. Bolton said, gently pushing him back down. She had to squash the desire to pull him into a bone crushing hug for fear that it might hurt him. Troy opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to get the words out. After a few minutes of talking and welcoming Troy back, everyone was shoved to the side so that two doctors could poke and prick Troy with needles in places he didn't even know existed. They took several tests and decided to see how well he could walk. Helping him sit up in bed, Mrs. and Mr. Bolton took him under each arm, trying to get him to stand up. After about ten times of trying and failing, he finally stood to his feet. Gabriella knew she should be happier that Troy had woken up, but it hadn't quite settled in yet, she was still in shock, as were the Boltons. Just as Troy was about to take a step forward, the door slammed open, causing Troy to fall to the ground in surprise.

"Troy!" It was Ms. Montez and Taylor. After shakily making it back to his feet, Troy smiled at them.

"Hello," Was all he could get out before Ms. Montez pulled him into a hug. She hadn't thought it over before, like Mrs. Bolton had, and didn't think that there was any risk of hurting him. After Troy escaped her hug, he was pulled into another one by his mom. A big round of hugs followed.

"Hello, Ms. Montez, Taylor." Troy smiled, happy with himself that he was now forming complete words.

"It's so good to see you awake." Troy nodded, stretching. "It's good to be awake. I feel stiff." Mr. Bolton nodded.

"I think that is bound to happen when you lay on a bed for a month and a half and do nothing else." A sudden thought occurred to Troy.

"Uh, I missed the Musical, didn't I?" His question was directed at Gabriella, because he knew if he asked his dad, Jack Bolton would most likely rejoice.

"We. We missed it." Gabriella replied, looking at the ground, knowing exactly what was coming next.

"Why didn't you perform?" Gabriella just shrugged, still not looking up. What was she supposed to say? Well, the Musical just happened to fall on the day that I decided to commit suicide, and I was in the hospital for a whole week. Oh, and by the way, while I was here, I found out I am having a baby! Nope. She was not going to say that. She was still on edge about whether Troy had heard her when she had told him about the baby. Just then Dr. Livingston walked into the room.

"I would like to do some more tests. I am concerned about some things, but don't worry. I am sure none of it is serious. Um, could you please leave us for a bit?" Everyone got up and walked out one by one. Dr. Livingston looked back at Troy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Troy, I need you to place your hand over your right eye and look straight ahead. I am going to slowly move my finger into your vision range, you tell me when you see it." Troy nodded and focused his attention on the door ahead of him.

"I see it." Troy said. Dr. Livingston sighed. "What's wrong?"

"Your vision is a little out of focus. I am concerned; could we try your left eye now?" Troy nodded and Dr. Livingston finished up with a few more tests. Troy was just glad that none of them involved more shots. After telling Troy to get some rest, he walked out of the room. Mr. and Mrs. Bolton greeted him at the door, identical expressions of worry on their faces.

"Is he okay?" Mr. Bolton asked.

"I am concerned about his vision. It is a little off, more so in the right eye than in the left. This might be temporary, and it might not. We will have to wait and see, and hope it does not get worse."

"What is wrong? Why is it off?"

"I don't know. It could be a number of reasons. I am thinking it is a neurological problem from not using his eyes for such a long period of time. I am hoping it will pass quickly. In the mean time, I have ordered Troy to get some rest. He is sleeping right now, and I would like to see him remain that way for a while. Please do not disturb him." They all nodded the Boltens' walking quietly into the room to see their son, while Ms. Montez and Gabriella waited outside in the chairs. There was an awkward silence between the two. Finally, Ms. Montez spoke up.

"Gabbi, when are you going to tell Troy?"

"I don't know mom. I did tell him, sort of. It was right before he woke up. I don't even know if he heard me. Part of me hopes that he did, so I don't have to tell him again, and part of me hopes he didn't...I don't know why, though. Mom, I am really scared." She looked up at her mom, tears shining in her eyes. After all the crying she had done in the last six weeks, Gabriella was surprised she still had tears to cry. Ms. Montez pulled her daughter into a hug.

"Well, why don't I ask the Boltens' to give you and Troy some time when he wakes up? I am sure they won't mind." Gabriella nodded, pulling back and wrapping her arms around her knees. Just then Taylor arrived back from the Cafe' where she had gone when they were all kicked out of the ICU room. She handed both Ms. Montez and Gabriella a coffee and sat down with her own. Her mom told her it wasn't good for her, but she drank it anyway. Suddenly a wave of nausea swept over Gabriella. She quickly set her drink down and rushed off to the bathroom. Taylor followed her in concern.

When she arrived in the bathroom, Taylor found Gabriella in one of the stalls, leaning over the toilet. In her rush, she had forgotten to lock the door. After she was done, she sat back, leaning up against the wall. Gabriella was shaking, her face pale.

"Gab, you OK?"

"I-I'm fine. Well, I will be anyway," Gabriella replied, not moving from her spot.

"Are you sick or something?"

"Or something."

"Come on, Gabs, please tell me what is wrong." Taylor pleaded, sitting down beside her friend and placing her arm around Gabriella's shoulder loosely. Gabriella decided to come clean. Gosh, it was a lot easier telling her best friend than it was going to be telling Troy. Taylor was going to find out sooner or later.

"I'm pregnant." There, she had said it.

"W-what?" Taylor was shocked. (No duh D)

"Yea, almost two months."

"Have you told Troy? It is Troy's, right?" Gabriella nodded.

"Yeah, and no. I still have yet to tell him. I am afraid of what he will say." Gabriella was saved from explaining herself further when another wave of nausea hit her.

Troy was up again. It was almost dark now, and it seemed like everyone in the entire school had been there to see him. Even Ryan and Sharpay had dropped by. Troy was glad his last visitor had left. Gabriella stuck her head in the door, smiling at Troy. He didn't see her at first, until he turned his head her way.

"Hello, Gabriella. I was wondering when you would come to see me." He smiled and struggled to sit up against the pillows his mom had set up.

"Yeah, well i thought I would let you see your friends first." Gabriella said, sitting on the chair beside Troy. She was here to tell him. Troy noticed something was wrong.

"Gabriella, are you okay?" She nodded a little, looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath. It was now or never.

"Troy, I'm pregnant."

Sooory...I did it again! Well, please review. I hope to have the next one up soon. My fingers hurt from typing so long...

In the next chapter: How does Troy take the news? Will he be glad? Mad? What happens to Troy and his eyes? (I don't even know that one...yet) ;-)