CHAPTER 18

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To Find

"What do you mean she's not breathing?" Troy asked worriedly.

"She's having serious problems," replied Gabriella. They were already down the road on the way to the hospital. "She's barely breathing." Haven was trying to cry but couldn't. They were lucky that no cops saw Gabriella. She was speeding down the roads going 65 mph in a 40 mph speed zone. She pulled into the emergency room and gave it to the valet service. "Let's go." They rushed inside the hospital to the front desk.

"How may I help you?" asked the receptionist.

"Our daughter is having breathing problems," said Gabriella hysterically. "She can hardly breathe. Really bad wheezing sounds and fast inadequate breaths."

The receptionist acted quickly. Within 15 seconds, a doctor came out and took the baby from them. "Are you the parents?" he asked.

Troy nodded. The doctor gave them a weird look. He took Haven off into a back room.

"We will be out to talk to you as soon as we can," the nurse said. "Please have a seat."

Troy's phone rang. It was his dad. "Hello?" he asked.

"Troy!" his father yelled. "Where are you? You're supposed to be here to accept the MVP award. We've been looking everywhere. Where are you?"

"The hospital," Troy replied.

Mr. Bolton's voice went from annoyed to concern. "What?" he asked. "Why? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"No, dad," said Troy, "I'm fine…"

"Is it Gabriella?" Troy noticed that Mr. Bolton sounded worried. He sounded like he really had started to care about Gabriella.

"No," replied Troy. He took a deep breath. "It's Haven." He felt ready to cry. Saying those words seemed final, like Haven wasn't going to come back to them.

"Oh no," Mr. Bolton wasn't pretending. He really was concerned. "What's wrong?"

"She's having some serious breathing issues."

"Your mother and I will be right over. Do you want us to alert Gabriella's mother?"

"That would be a big help," replied Troy. "Thanks, dad."

"See you in a few minutes," said Mr. Bolton hurriedly. "Bye." He hung up.

"What did he say?" asked Gabriella.

"He's going to bring my mom right over, and he's gonna call your mom for you.'

"That's nice of him."

"Yeah, well, he's having a change of heart." Troy paused. "How did you know about all the wheezing and inadequate breaths? You sounded like a professional."

"The doctor explained it all to me," replied Gabriella. "He warned me that since she was early, something like this could happen."

"Only two weeks early, though," replied Troy. "It's not like she was a month."

"He said that two weeks was enough. What if she was gonna have weak lungs anyway? Those two weeks could have been very crucial."

"Be positive, Gabby," said Troy. "Just be positive." He held the crying Gabriella in his arms. He had to be strong. For Gabriella.

"It wasn't long before Troy's parents came rushing in. "How is she?" asked Mrs. Bolton.

"We haven't heard anything yet," replied Troy.

"Your mother's on her way," Mrs. Bolton said to Gabriella.

"I'm not on my way, I'm here," Ms. Montez came bursting through the door. "Have you heard anything? What happened?" Gabriella and Troy explained it to them.

About a half hour later, the doctor came out. He walked over to Troy and Gabriella. "Can I please talk to you two in private?" He beckoned them into a room. Gabriella was shaking, she was so scared.

"According two Haven's records, she was born exactly two weeks premature," said the doctor. "Is that correct?"

"Yes," replied Gabriella quietly.

"Her lungs are underdeveloped," the doctor said. "They are very weak, so she will have some trouble when it comes to sickness. She has developed some very serious pneumonia. That is why she has been having the problems. She has a ventilator doing all her breathing right now, but we hope that will change quickly. She has a high fever, and lots of bad mucus in her throat. We will have to keep her in the hospital for a while to watch her lungs. Once this pneumonia is gone, she may require surgery to help support her breathing. We won't be able to know until it is gone. She is in ICU currently. We will move her once she begins to breathe on her own again. Do you have any questions?"

"How long will she be in the hospital?" asked Troy.

"It's hard to tell right now," the doctor replied. "but I predict about two to three weeks."

They went back out to their parents and broke the news. "Oh no," replied Mrs. Bolton. "How serious? Do they think it will impact her whole life?"

"They aren't sure, yet," replied Troy. "God, we hope not."

After about an hour, they let everybody in to see Haven. She was hooked up to countless machines. They were closely watching her breathing and her heart beat. According to the nurses, her temperature had reached 104 degrees, a very dangerous temperature. Gabriella and Troy stayed overnight with her. In the morning, they left just long enough for breakfast. They had a pager with them, so that if anything happened, the doctor could page them. Gabriella and Troy were exhausted, incredibly sleep-deprived. They couldn't sleep through the sound of all of Haven's machines. Four days later, Troy and Gabriella's parents forced them to go home at night.

"You need your sleep," Ms. Montez said. "I'll stay here tonight. If anything happens, I promise I'll call you."

"But.." Gabriella wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Gabby, don't get me started," said Karen.

"Fine," Gabby said. They stayed at the Bolton's house, and went back to the hospital the next morning to find…

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