CHAPTER 11

((Hey everyone, thanks for all the reviews… I am gonna write chapter 11, hopefully I can get another chapter or two out today but im not sure, im sorry….I've become addicted to writing this…Last Chapter: EVERYBODY FOUND OUT ABOUT GABRIELLA"S BABY! Let's see what is gonna happen now FYI: It has been three weeks since the last chapter…they beat Claremont…Troy did the musical with Gabriella…I know some people may be disappointed because I skipped time, but what about the spring musical?… please R&R XOXO, Christine))

Waterless

Troy walked into school without Gabriella. She had decided to stay home, today. He had wanted to stay with her, but she made him go to school.

"Hey," said Chad from behind grabbing Troy's shoulders. "Where's Gabriella?"

"She decided to stay home, today. She's had one to many people give her the stare."

"Don't you usually stay home with her?"

"She made me come."

"Why?"

"She cares more about my grades than I do," replied Troy. Chad smiled.

"I care more about your grades than you do. If you get bad grades, we lose."

"Why is everything about basketball with you?" asked Troy.

"Because it's my life," replied Chad, smiling. "You know that."

"Actually, Chad, your girlfriend is your life," said Taylor walking up behind them giving Chad a kiss on the cheek. "Where's Gabby?" she asked Troy.

"At home," replied Troy.

"Why aren't you with her?" she asked.

"She made me come." He pulled out his cell phone, and pressed 1, Gabriella's speed dial number.

Taylor looked puzzled. "Didn't you just leave her?"

"Yeah," said Troy holding the phone up to his ear, "but she was throwing up. I wanna make sure she's okay."

"Ahhh," said Sharpay walking up behind them. "That's so nice."

"Shush," Troy motioned at her. 'I'm on the phone. Gabby? How are ya feeling? Still. I'll come home. I don't care about my classes. But…. Fine, I'll call you as often as I can. I'll come home for lunch. Okay. Bye."

"We're allowed to leave for lunch?" asked Ryan.

"I don't know, and I don't care," replied Troy. The bell rang and they headed off to Miss Darbus's class.

"Good morning, everyone," she said. "Mr. Bolton, do you know where Miss Montez is?"

"She's sick."

The class began to mumble to each other. Troy turned around. They immediately fell silent. "Now that's enough of that," snapped Miss Darbus. "I have a few announcements. There will be a pep rally tomorrow for the basketball game against Hillsdale." (made up school) She seemed to find that announcement rather disgusting. She continued. "Auditions for the spring musicale will be next Friday during free period. We will have pairs auditions as well as singles auditions. Our composer, Kelsi Nielson, will be available for rehearsals. Set up a time with her if you need it. And finally, I would like to remind you that the use of cell phones is strictly prohibited AT ALL TIMES! Some people still don't understand that." She stared at Troy, Chad, Taylor, Ryan, and Sharpay. They all squirmed in their seats. Her cold stares made them uncomfortable.

"Hey, how ya doing?" Troy asked Gabby as he walked into her bathroom after letting himself into the house.

"They call it morning sickness," moaned Gabriella. "It's more like all day sickness." She threw up again.

Troy rubbed her back. "That's it. I'm not going back to school," he said.

"Troy.." she began.

"Don't tell me no," he said. "I am not leaving you." She threw up again. "Have you called your doctor? There might be something wrong."

"Yeah," said Gabriella. "I have an appointment tomorrow. You wanna come?"

"Sure," replied Troy, rubbing her back.

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Gabriella and Troy walked into the O.B. department (don't know what it's called) of the hospital. They felt uncomfortable. All of the people in the waiting room were considerably older than she was. She signed in at the front desk getting a weird stare from the receptionist. She sat down getting stares from all the pregnant women.

"This is really awkward," she whispered into Troy's ear.

"Haven't you been here before?" he asked her.

"Yeah, but the waiting room was basically empty. I hope they get me in fast." She stared around uncomfortably. "I'm thirsty," she said. She got up and headed towards the water dispenser. Halfway there, she got really dizzy and plopped down into an empty chair.

GABRIELLA'S POV

"Gabriella?" Troy called her name. "Are you all right?" He asked her. He seemed so far away. It sounded like he was miles away. Blackness began to engulf Gabriella. Down, Down, Down. She felt like she was falling. Finally, the darkness fell over her, and she knew no more.
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REGULAR POV

Troy sat by Gabriella's bed in ICU. She was hooked up to a ventilator. He was worried. She had been unconscious for 5 hours. She had an I.V. inserting medicine into her veins. Gabriella's mom was on her way. She had driven up to a friend's house four hours away for the day. Troy had waited until Gabriella was settled in before calling her afraid to leave her side. Chad and Taylor were going to stop at the hospital as soon as school was out.

"Mr. Bolton?" asked a middle-aged brunette woman.

"That's me," he replied.

"We have identified Gabriella's problem. She's dangerously dehydrated. Her condition shouldn't be a danger to her pregnancy, but we will have to keep an eye on the baby. The baby is fine," the doctor said responding to Troy's panic-stricken look. "We will have to keep Gabriella here for a few days just as a precaution. We have hooked her up to a ventilator just to help support her breathing. It was unnatural. Once she wakes up, we'll remove it. We'll move her out of ICU, tonight hopefully. Oh, and by the way, I'm Doctor Stanford. If you need anything, there's a nurse button. Call me when she wakes up." She pointed to the nurse pad. Troy returned to Gabriella's side. He held her hand.

About an hour later, Taylor and Chad ran in, in complete hysterics. "Oh my God!" yelled Taylor. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah," said Troy. "She's just dehydrated."

"Then why is she hooked up to that?" Chad asked pointing at the ventilator.

"Just to support her breathing," replied Troy. "Calm down, you two."

About 20 minutes later, Karen Montez ran in tears falling down her face. "Gabby, Oh my goodness," she cried. "Is she okay? What did the doctor say?"

"She's dehydrated," explained Troy, "because of the baby. The doctor said she'll wake up soon."

"Then why is she hooked up to a ventilator?" Ms. Montez half screamed.

"Just to assure her breathing," replied Troy. "Here, I'll call the doctor, and she'll explain everything. He pressed the nurse's button. An old nurse walked in instantaneously.

"How may I help you?" she asked.

"We need to speak to the doctor," replied Ms. Montez.

"I'll get her."

The doctor came in a few minutes later. "Yes?" she asked.

"I'm Gabriella's mother. I was wondering if you could explain the situation to me."

"Of course," replied Dr. Stanford. She explained the situation to her. Troy sat there holding Gabriella's hand, half listening. He wished she would wake up. He wanted to be able to look into her beautiful eyes. He wondered if he imagined it, but he swore Gabriella squeezed his hand back. He looked up at her eyes. They fluttered.

"Gabby?" he asked. "Gabby?"

Gabriella's heart machine suddenly blasted a long hard beep. It didn't take a genius to know what had happened. Gabriella had flat-lined. Troy had never seen anyone move so fast. The doctor leaped to Gabriella's side. In a matter of seconds, five nurses hustled in.

"It's okay," the doctor said, "false alarm. The wire slipped out of place, so it couldn't feel a pulse."

A tear had started to fall down Troy's face. He didn't bother to wipe it away. He sat by Gabriella's side and the tear fell onto Gabriella's face. He was about to wipe it away, when Gabriella opened her eyes. "Gabby," he said. 'It's me, Troy."

Gabriella looked around scared.

"It's okay, Gabriella," said the doctor. "Do you know where you are?" Gabriella shook her head. "You are in the hospital. You passed out in the O.B. department. The tube in your throat is a ventilator. We'll take it out now. I need you to take a deep breath in. When I say too, blow out. Take a deep breath in." Gabriella did as she said. "Okay, now blow." Gabriella blew and the ventilator slipped out of her mouth. She began to cough violently. After about half of a minute, the coughing subsided. Gabriella looked at Troy.

"How long?" she asked, her voice wavering.

"About 6 hours," Troy replied.

Gabriella sat up. Her mom rushed over and squeezed her half to death into a hug. "Mom," Gabriella said weakly. "Careful, the baby."

"Oh right," replied Ms. Montez.

"Hey," she said weakly to Chad and Taylor.

"You had us so worried!" Taylor was crying. "Troy called in the middle of school and said you were here. We wanted to come right away, but the school wouldn't let us."

((Howdja like it? Did I scare you with the flat-lining? Sorry if I did, I just couldn't resist. I'll hopefully be able to update tonight, but I am not positive…please review… XOXO, Christine))