Disclaimer: I do not own The Karate Kid, any of it's characters or any of the screenplay. I'm just borrowing them to play with and add my spin on things.
Their big day had finally arrived. They were all graduating high school. Kellie didn't know whether to be excited or scared. She was happy to be graduating, but she knew the time to make the big announcement was getting closer and closer. The thought of telling her parents and brother that she was carrying Johnny's child made her head spin. She rushed for the bathroom as a wave of nausea hit. It was getting harder to keep it under wraps when she felt like she stayed sick most of the time. Her mom had caught her several days before, but she played it off as if she'd eaten something bad. Her mom had believed her.
She stood up from the floor, quickly washing her face and rinsing her mouth. She took one final look in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup were good before she exited the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door as she went.
As usual, Johnny was waiting for her as she stepped outside. She sat down in the car and closed the door before he drove off.
"This is it," he said excitedly. "After today, we're finally done with high school. Then it's just about us, babe."
Kellie smiled weakly but didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?" Johnny questioned as a look of concern crossed his face.
"Nothing." Kellie tried to play it off, but he wasn't going to let it go so easily.
"Still not feeling well?"
She shook her head no.
"How many times have you thrown up today?"
"I'm not sure," she answered as she leaned her head against the window.
Johnny brushed her hair back behind her ear as he quickly shifted his eyes between watching the road and looking at her.
As they pulled into the crowed parking lot, Johnny quickly spotted Tommy and Bobby leaning against Tommy's car. Johnny parked beside them.
"Took you long enough to get here, get lost?" Tommy joked.
"Not exactly," Johnny said glancing over to Kellie. "She's not feeling well."
"She'll feel better after this is over. Probably scared she's gonna trip walking across the stage," Tommy said in his usually upbeat tone.
They all headed off together towards the auditorium.
They all sat patiently in their caps and gowns, waiting to hear their names. One by one, each name was called, and the students walked across the stage, pausing long enough to shake hands with the principal and receive their diplomas.
"Nurse, can't you tell us anything?" Laura Lawrence asked franticly.
"I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait," the nurse replied as she hurried off into the exam room.
"I'm sure they're both fine, and the doctor will be out to speak with us soon," Sid said as he sat down in the lobby chair.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Johnny, do you know where you are?" Dr. Andrews asked as he quickly shined a small light into Johnny's eyes, checking his pupil response.
"At the hospital," he replied as he tried to shut his eyes from the bright light. "Where's Kellie? Is she alright?"
"Just relax," Dr. Andrews said as he continued his exam. "Do you hurt anywhere?"
"Just my head."
"Any dizziness, nausea, double vision?"
"A little dizzy."
"Nurse, bring me a suture kit and some four by fours," Dr. Andrews instructed before turning his attention back to Johnny. "You're going to need a few stitches for this cut on your head. After that, we're going to send you down to radiology for a CT scan. We'll probably keep you overnight for observation and let you go home tomorrow."
Johnny sighed. He wasn't liking the idea of spending the night in the hospital. He also didn't like that they wouldn't tell him anything about Kellie. He needed to know she was ok.
"Doc, please tell me if my girl is alright," Johnny pleaded.
"Just take it easy. I'll see if I can find out something for you. Alright?"
Johnny nodded. For now, he figured that was the best he was going to get.
"Kellie can you tell me where you're hurting?" Dr. Sanders questioned.
"My head and my stomach," she responded tearfully. "My ankle hurts too."
Dr. Sanders pressed on all four quadrants of her abdomen, when he got to her lower abdomen Kellie inhaled sharply.
"Kellie, is there any chance you could be pregnant?"
"I don't know," she lied.
"It's very important that you tell us. We need to send you for x-rays and those could be harmful to an unborn baby."
"I don't know," she said again. "My head really hurts."
Dr. Sanders quickly finished up his exam and gave orders to the nurse for a pregnancy test and x-rays. "Hold off on the x-rays until we get the test results back. I also want to get a head CT."
"Yes doctor," the nurse quickly replied as she rushed off to perform her assigned tasks.
"Kellie, just rest. I'll be back to check on you shortly," Dr. Sanders told her before he exited the room. He quickly made his way across the hallway to Johnny's room. He stepped in side and motioned for Dr. Andrews to come speak with him. "How's he doing?"
"Probable concussion. I'll know more after the CT scan," Dr. Andrews replied.
"Can he answer a few questions?"
"I don't see why not," Dr. Andrews said. "How is she doing? He keeps asking about her."
"She's awake, complaining of her head and stomach hurting. I suspect she may be pregnant, but she denies it."
"I see," Dr. Andrews replied as the two of them stepped over to the bedside. "Johnny, this is Dr. Sanders, he's been taking care of Kellie. He needs to ask you a few questions."
Johnny looked up at both of the doctors. "Ok."
"Do you remember the accident?"
"Somewhat. I remember we left the beach and were headed back to my house. Kellie said she wasn't feeling well."
"Specifically, was she complaining of anything?"
"She said she felt nauseous and said her stomach hurt."
"Thank you." Dr. Sanders said as he turned to leave.
"Doctor," Johnny called, stopping him. "How is she? Can I see her?"
"She's going to be fine. Not right now. Right now, you both need to rest."
"When?" he asked urgently.
"Let's get you both taken care of and settled in, and then we'll see what we can do about visiting. Deal?"
Johnny reluctantly agreed as he leaned back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
"Kellie, we know you're pregnant. The test we ran confirmed it," Dr. Sanders informed.
Kellie didn't say anything, her eyes filled with tears.
"Do your parents know?"
"No. Please don't tell them," she begged as the tears cascaded down her face.
"Telling them is up to you. I legally can't give any information unless you authorize it," Dr. Sanders explained.
"Can I see Johnny?" she asked through the tears.
"Not right now."
"When?"
"Soon. Right now, you need to rest," Dr. Sanders instructed.
Dr. Sanders and Dr. Andrews both stepped out into the hallway and made their way toward the lobby.
Johnny's mom and stepdad stood up, along with Kellie's parents and Dutch.
"They're both going to be alright," Dr. Andrews said first off, calming down the anxious family members. "Johnny has a mild concussion. We're going to keep him overnight for observation. He should be fine to go home tomorrow."
Dr. Sanders picked right up where Dr. Andrews left off. "Kellie also has a mild concussion and sprained ankle. We're going to keep her over night as well. They were both very lucky, it could have been a lot worse."
"What about the other driver?" Kellie's dad asked.
"I'm afraid I can't answer that." Dr. Andrews explained.
"Doctor, may we see them?" Laura Lawrence asked.
"Yes," Dr. Andrews answered. "If you'll follow us, we'll take you to them."
Laura rushed into Johnny's room and straight to his bedside, as Sid casually followed behind her.
"Oh, honey, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Mom," he said as he tried to pull away from her. "Have you seen Kellie?"
"No. Her family is in with her now," she said, looking at her son with concern. "Is everything ok?"
"I have to tell you something, Mom," Johnny said as he looked at her, worry written all over his face. "Could you ask him to leave?" He motioned discreetly towards Sid.
"Sure, honey," she said as she kissed his forehead. "Sid, could you run down to the cafeteria and bring back some soda?"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," Sid replied gruffly.
After Sid walked out the door, Laura returned to attention to her son. "What is it, sweetie?"
Johnny took a deep breath, not sure how to tell his mom what he had to tell her.
She noticed his worry and hesitation. "It's all right. What's wrong?"
"Mom, I really don't know how to say this," he started.
"Just say it."
"Kellie's pregnant. It's mine," he blurted out before he could change his mind and chicken out.
She stared at Johnny wide eyed for several seconds, trying to process what he'd just said. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"I see," she said, still trying to process everything. "What are you going to do?"
"I want to marry her."
"That's a very noble gesture, honey, but you're both still very young."
"Mom, I'm 18. I've graduated high school. I'm starting my own life now. I want to do right by her."
"Do you love her?"
"Very much."
Laura nodded signaling that she understood.
Meanwhile, down the hallway, Kellie's parents and Dutch stepped into her room.
"Hey, baby," her mom said gently.
"Hi, Mom."
"How's it going, Sis?" Dutch said as he leaned down to hug his sister. "How ya feeling?"
"My head is killing me," Kellie answered honestly.
"What happened?" her dad asked.
"I don't really know. We left the beach and we were driving back to Johnny's house, the next thing I remember is being in an ambulance on the way here," Kellie explained with a confused look on her face. "I really don't feel like talking about it right now. My head really hurts."
"Ok, baby, get some rest. I'll see if I can get you some medicine for your head," her dad said as he leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.
Her mom sat down in a chair across the room while Dutch sat next to her bed.
Kellie looked over at Dutch. "Have you seen Johnny yet?"
Dutch shook his head no.
"They won't let me see him yet. I wanna know if he's ok."
"I'll go see him. You need to get some rest," Dutch told her as he stood up and walked towards the door.
Later on that afternoon, Kellie's parents had left for the evening saying that they would be back first thing in the morning. Soon after, Dutch had also left. She was laying in bed with her ankle propped up on a pillow, as she flipped through a magazine when the door opened. She looked up to see Johnny being pushed in a wheelchair by the nurse.
"Not too long," the nurse said sternly before she exited the room, leaving the two alone together.
"I was so worried about you," Kellie confessed.
"I was worried about you, too," Johnny said taking her hand into his. "Did you tell your parents?"
"No."
"What about Dutch?"
"No."
"I told mom," Johnny told her.
Kellie shot him a worried glance.
"She took it well," he reassured her.
"I don't know how to tell my family. I know Dutch is going to take it the worst."
"I know," he said before he brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, and my ankle does, too."
"The baby?"
"He's fine."
"He?" Johnny questioned as he raised an eyebrow.
"Just a hunch," she smiled.
The door slammed hard behind Dutch as he stormed outside. He paced back and forth across the driveway.
Johnny stepped out onto the porch. He didn't say a word; he just watched. Dutch stopped pacing as he turned and glared at Johnny.
"What the hell man?"
Johnny still didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to say.
"Can't talk?" Dutch spat angrily.
"I'm not gonna argue with you, man. What's done is done." Johnny stepped off the porch in the direction of his house. He and Kellie had told her parents and Dutch about the baby. Her parents had taken the news better than expected, but Dutch had handled it about like he had expected him to, which was not very well.
As Johnny crossed the yard to the sidewalk, Dutch stepped in his path. "I'll show you what's done!" he retorted as he caught Johnny on the mouth with a punch.
Johnny stumbled backwards, caught off-guard by the sudden assault. His hand automatically went to his mouth, a slow trickle of blood dripped from his lip. He looked up to see Dutch lunging again, this time he blocked and side stepped, sending his opponent crashing to the ground. Before Dutch could fully recover, Johnny was in a fighting stance, ready for whatever was coming next.
Dutch sprung back onto his feet; he too positioned himself in a fighting stance. "Come on, make a move!"
Johnny held his place. Each of them with their eyes locked onto their opponent, as one waited for the other to make a move. Finally, Johnny spoke. "I don't want to fight you."
"Yeah? That's too bad!" Dutch spat back as he moved forward with a round kick followed up by a punch to the stomach.
Johnny blocked the kick but didn't recover in time to block the punch, too. He doubled over, trying to draw air back into his lungs.
Kellie ran outside when they heard the ruckus. Kellie was the first to speak, "Dutch, stop it!" she cried as she ran to Johnny. She stood between the two of them. Looking back and forth at each of them before she spoke again. "Dutch, you and Johnny have been best friends for years. Stop this!"
"Me stop?" He stepped closer to her, the anger flashed in his eyes. "He calls himself my friend but he gets my sixteen-year-old sister pregnant?" He stopped mere inches from Kellie.
Johnny watched as the scene unfolded, ready to intervene at any given moment.
Kellie locked eyes with her brother. "You know it takes two. He wasn't in this alone. I was there too!" She took a breath before she continued. "I love him. He loves me. We're having this baby. You can either get over yourself and stop blaming your best friend, for what I don't even know." She threw her hands up in the air frustrated. "Or you can stay out of our lives."
A look of hurt quickly crossed Dutch's face. He couldn't believe what she'd just said. "You can't mean that."
"I do mean it," she said tearfully.
Dutch looked from Kellie to Johnny as he weighed his options. He rubbed his temple before he looked back up at the two of them and spoke. "Truce?" he asked, extending his hand to Johnny.
"Truce," Johnny said cautiously, accepting his handshake.
"If you hurt her, I swear to God…" Dutch warned as he stepped toward Johnny with his hands balled into a fist to emphasize his point.
"Not gonna happen," Johnny reassured as he wrapped an arm around Kellie's waist and pulled her close.
Kellie looked up at Johnny. Seeing the blood on his lip, she shot Dutch a look of disapproval. "Let's get you cleaned up." She took Johnny's hand and led him across the street to his own house.
Johnny sat on the edge of the bathtub as Kellie pulled a washcloth from the linen closet. She wet the cloth and carefully wrung out the water before she moved back in front of him. She gently pressed the cloth against his lip. He winced.
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok." He looked up at her before he placed a hand against her belly.
She looked down at his hand and then back at him.
He stood up and wrapped one arm around her as his other hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, before he leaned down to press his lips to hers. Upon contact he winced again, for a brief moment forgetting about the cut on his lip.
"Are you ok?" she questioned worried.
"Fine," he replied simply, before he once again pressed his lips to hers, this time ignoring the stinging pain coming from his cut lip.