Another chapter! Yeha! OK, well, enough of that. It seemed like people were getting bored of my story there for a while. But some people like it, so I have to finish it because I don't like disappoint my fans.

Oh, and I have been doing a lot of research on the web, and I know a lot more about premature baby's than when I started this fic.

P.S. Please keep in mind that I do not have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

Gabriella gripped the phone tightly as Troy hung up on the other end. She quickly dressed Caden and Cole in warm, soft blue fuzzies and wrapped them in blankets. Kessie and Diego had been woken up by then thunderstorms and were ready and waiting as soon as Gabriella said they had to go. Grabbing her purse on the way out, she placed the two in their stroller and rolled it out to the car. Buckling them in tight, she made sure they would not fall out and placed the stroller in the back seat. Jumping in the front, she started up the car . Making sure the windshield wipers were on, she began the slow drive through the pouring rain.

Two or three times she nearly crashed into something. The rain was slick and hard, and she could barely see anything. Finally pulling up in front of the Hospital, she placed Caden and Cole into their stroller again and quickly, but safely, went inside, holding the hand of Kessie and having Diego hang onto her coat.. Walking up to the NICU, she met Troy at the entrance of the room. She shook her wet hair out of her face, and left Caden and Cole with the nurses, who had grown quite fond of them while they had stayed in the NICU.

"What is it?" Gabriella asked.She then ran over to Caleb's crib. His name was still taped to the little cubical, but he was gone."Where is Caleb?"

"The doctors said he is going to need surgery again, to fix a ruptured vessel in his heart, but he should out soon. It was a minor surgery and he should recover quickly." Gabriella began crying. Troy pulled her into his arms and whispered comforting words to her.

"Can I speak with the doctor?" Gabriella asked, pulling back after a minute. Kessie was looking at one of the baby's. It's mother smiling down at her as she spoke up to it.

"My bwaby bwother was jwus wike you, and he OK. You be OK to." The baby she was looking at was a little girl, looking no older than a month. Troy walked over and picked up Kessie.

"I am sorry, was she bothering you?" The mom smiled a little through her tears.

"No. This is Paige. She was born at six months. Her sister already died, and what your daughter said was the only good thing we have heard yet." Kessie smiled, looking down at hte little baby.

"Well, my son, Caleb, is also in bad shape. His brothers are OK, though. I am sorry about Paige." Troy continued to talk with the lady as Gabriella spoke with the doctor.

"Are we being mean, letting him live a life like this? Would it be better to let him go?" As much as it pained her to say it, if his life was hurting him, she would give Caleb peace.

"He is in a lot of pain, but we are minimizing it as much as we can. I can't say for sure if he is going to pull through, so I cannot answer that question right. Letting him go would stop his suffering. He is in bad shape, and if I were you, I would do him a favor of letting him escape it. He has had to may problems to make a full recovery. We think he is going to need a heart transplant even now, if he can live long enough to meet the size requirements for transplant surgery." The doctor said firmly. Gabriella nodded, tears flowing down her face. Her baby...

"What's up?" Troy asked as he walked over.

"We are talking about letting Caleb go." Gabriella said, sniffling as Troy brung her into his arms.

"What? Why?"

"He is in a lot of pain, and he needs a heart transplant." The doctor said gently.

"Can we talk about this for a while?" Troy asked. The doctor nodded and walked off. Troy and Gabriella walked out of the NICU. Loud, calm, and sad voices could be heard over the next hour. The nurses kept Caden, Cole, Kessie and Diego company while Troy and Gabriella talked, so they would not interrupt them. Finally, tears falling down their faces, Gabriella and Troy walked back in. Caleb was out of surgery by now, laying on his bed. He was pale, and sickly looking.

Gabriella walked over to Caleb's bed and cried harder as she noticed he was awake. He shakily reached a hand up, trying to touch her. She let him grab her finger. "Troy, I don't think I can do this. He is awake, for Gods sake! How can we kill him while he is looking us straight in the eye?" Caleb's tiny, weak hand gripped Gabriella's ring finger softly.

"I don't think I can do it either. Doctor, how far from the required weight is he?"

"Two pounds. Baby's have to be at least seven, or they will die on the table."

"And how long until his heart goes into failure?"

"A week, two at most." Troy reached a hand down to Caleb, touching his tiny baby face. He was so small, helpless. They had to make this decision for him. They had to help him.

"Let's do it." Gabriella let a new wave of tears hit her. "We can't let him suffer like this." A loud beeping from the other end of the room where the woman sat with her baby Paige pulled Gabriella from her thoughts. The woman started crying as the doctors worked on her baby. Soon, the beeping stopped and steadied into a rhythmic beeping. Gabriella looked away, turning her eye's back to Caleb. He was starting to close his little blue eyes, falling into what was going to be his last sleep.

"OK." The doctor stood over Caleb, gently unhooking the machine that provided oxygen to him. The tube remained in his mouth as the oxygen was cut off. His tiny hand slowly slipped from Gabriella's as he stopped breathing. Soon, a small, steady beep came from the machine. The doctor quickly checked a few things, then looked up at the two parents.

"I don't believe it!"

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