CHAPTER 21
((Hey everybody…wow im on chapter 21…time really flies…im not sure how much more yet…as I said in the last chapter could be 2 chapters could be 20…I just don't know…I would love it if you guys could tell me how much more you want…I'm consistently doing a chapter a day on both of my stories…I usually update this one first then I update Promises…Also just a little backround info…my chapters are usually between 1000 and 1200 words…occasionally I write some longer…the first about 10 chapters are all way more and one chapter is over 2000 words…I hope everyone likes what I have written so far…enough of my endless rambling…let's get back to the story…R&R…XOXO, Christine))
You Do That
Mr. Bolton refused to talk to Troy, who refused to talk to him. They were both giving each other the silent treatment. Mrs. Bolton had become thoroughly sick of it. She tried everything in the book to make the two of them talk again. She tried telling each other that the other one was sorry, that didn't work. She tried crying and refusing to talk to them until they made up. That didn't work. She tried disguising her handwriting to look like the two of them, writing a note from one to the other telling them to meet at home to talk it out. That really didn't work. Mrs. Bolton finally gave up, and just let the two fight. They finally became cool towards each other after about two weeks, but they hadn't reached an agreement.
Haven had been doing really well since she got out of the hospital a month and a half ago. She had finally stopped staying up all night screaming. She was seeing the specialist once every two weeks, now. Gabriella and Troy were both annoyed at the Day Care Center because they would call about twice a week saying there was something wrong with Haven. Every time they called, Troy and Gabriella would rush to the Center to find that Haven was having minor problems, nothing to worry about at all. Once, they got so annoyed that they yelled at the manager. They had always been afraid not to come because what if Haven really was having a serious problem? They didn't want to risk that.
They hadn't called Troy and Gabriella for two weeks, now. Yelling at the manager had done the trick. They were sitting in the middle of Ms. Darbus's class when Troy's cell phone rang. Ms. Darbus had begun to understand the fact that Troy needed to have his phone in case there was an emergency. He checked the caller i.d, rolled his eyes, then stepped out of the class room.
"Hello?" he answered annoyed.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, Mr. Bolton, but something is wrong with your daughter. It is way worse than normal." It was the manager, again.
"We'll be right there," Troy replied. She always said it was worse than normal. He wasn't worried. He walked back into the classroom, and walked over to Gabriella. "Gabby," he whispered into her ear, "it's them again. We need to go."
"Okay," she whispered back and began to pack up. "Um, Ms. Darbus, apparently there is something wrong with Haven, we need to go check on her."
"Alright," replied Ms. Darbus. "You do that." She went on teaching the lesson, obviously not paying much attention to them.
Gabriella and Troy quietly left and ran down the hall to the office. "We need to go to the Day Care Center for our daughter," Gabby said to the receptionist.
"Let me call your parents," she replied. This was routine.
Once Troy and Gabriella had permission, they drove to the Day Care Center expecting to find a relatively healthy Haven. This time, they found quite the opposite. Haven needed the hospital.
"We already called 911," a frantic manager told them. "They should be here any time, now."
She was right. About two minutes later, the ambulance pulled in. They worked quickly, and got Haven all ready to go.
"How about you meet us there," said the driver. "We find it easier if the parents follow us."
Troy and Gabriella reluctantly agreed. They felt nervous about not going with Haven in the ambulance, but they didn't want to waste time fighting about it. They followed the ambulance and parked in emergency parking. They were instructed to wait in the waiting room.
A half an hour later, Troy was pacing in the waiting room, while Gabriella was sitting in a chair restlessly. They were both nervous about what was happening. Nobody had given them any information yet.
About five minutes later, Karen Montez came running in the door. When she saw Troy pacing and Gabriella fidgeting, she grew even more worried. Gabriella fidgeted around like that when she was really nervous or excited. Obviously, Gabriella wasn't excited, so she must be nervous Ms. Montez thought to herself.
"How is she?" she asked them.
"No word," Gabriella replied.
"It'll be okay, I promise," said Karen reassuringly.
"Mr. and Mrs. Montez?" a female doctor came out and asked.
"That's us," replied Troy.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Griselda, I'm here about your daughter."
"How is she?" asked Gabriella concerned.
"We have her breathing on a ventilator. Since she's breathing, the ventilator is only reassuring it. It seems as if she has pneumonia again."
"Again?" asked Troy unhappily.
"I'm sorry," said Dr. Griselda. "She is in a private room right now. We plan on keeping her overnight for about 3 nights."
"Can we see her?" asked Gabriella.
"Sure," replied Dr. Griselda. "This way please." She led them down a long hall to a different unit of the hospital where they took an elevator to the third floor. "She's in the infant unit." Haven was attached to a ventilator and a heart monitor. She also had an I.V. "She's sleeping, right now. The I.V. is providing her with antibiotics to help fight the infection."
Troy and Gabriella settled into the room. "Well, this will be a nice long break from school," Troy said to break the silence.
"Great," replied Gabriella. "Our grades will drop even more."
((Hope ya liked it…FYI: Haven is about 4 months old…review and tell me what ya think…I'd also love some engagement ideas…im not saying they are gonna get engaged but in case I decide that they will… and honestly…I really don't know yet…I wish I did…but I don't…also…tell me how much longer you want this to be…XOXO, Christine))