Chapter 2 – No Father, Big Problem

AN: Well, the second chapter is up. I hope school is going good for everybody I know that it is hard for me, but I'm managing. Well, here's the next chapter. I'm starting to get into the main plot, but maybe it won't fully be in swing for a couple of chapters. Believe me, it will get better.

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Troy's P.O.V

Sirens were surrounding me, but all I could concentrate on was the woman lying on the ground. Paramedics were surrounding her trying to get her on a stretcher. When she was finally on it, they turned to me.

"Are you coming?" I was confused for a moment, before I realized that they meant in the ambulance. I nodded. The paramedic turned and headed towards it. I quickly walked towards James.

"I'm going with them." He looked confused.

"To the hospital? Why?"

"I have to. It's just, something I have to do." I truly didn't know why I was doing it, but something was telling me to just follow her. James patted me on the back, and then I ran towards the ambulance. They were just loading her in.

I hopped in beside her, and quickly reached out and grabbed her hand. It just felt right. The doctors were surrounding her abdomen, yelling out stats on both her and the baby. I took this time to take a look at her face.

Even under the breathing mask, I could tell that she was naturally beautiful. Whoever she was, her husband, boyfriend, whatever, was lucky to have her. She had long brown hair that was scattered over the stretcher. She had a tanned body, but it was one that was probably her natural skin-tone. She was a Latina. I wanted her to open her eyes, so I could see the colour and depth inside them.

Before I knew it, we were at the hospital. She was rushed in and I was left alone in the waiting room. Hours went by and I was getting more and more impatient as they did. Nothing was happening. I finally couldn't take it anymore and walked over towards the information desk.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" the over-chipper helper asked.

"What can you tell me about the pregnant woman that was brought in here earlier? The one involved with the hit-and-run accident?" She looked at me suspiciously.

"Are you related?"

"Well…no but – "

"No buts. If you're not family, then you have to wait." I was furious.

"DAMN IT! I'm TROY BOLTON! I gave you the money that you used to build this hospital. I DEMAND that you give me the answers I'm looking for!" I shouted. People all around were whispering, probably talking about the only "celebrity" in the area and how he was yelling in a hospital. The woman behind the desk looked frightened.

"Y…yes sir. Right away…" She quickly scurried off into the other room where the information was kept. She came back and handed me a folder.

"Here's all the information needed. Sorry for causing trouble." She said.

"Thanks." Was all I replied before walking back to a secluded area of the waiting room. I opened the folder, and a picture of the woman was in front of me.

She was smiling, her body radiating a sense of happiness and warmth. Her long brown hair was cascading down her side. But it was her eyes that caught my attention. Her eyes were warm and loving, their deep chocolate colour boring into my blue ones.

I continued reading through her information. Her name was Gabriella Montez. She was 21 years old, and judging from her last appointment, she was approximately 8 months pregnant. I looked at her previous visits, and that's when I saw it.

May 2 – Derek Adams brought in because of heart attack. Cause not known.

May 4 – Gabriella Montez 2 months pregnant. Father – Derek Adams

So she didn't have a husband because he died. She had nobody. I tried looking for more information. I scanned down father, until something else caught my eye.

July 19 – Isabella and Gregorio Montez killed in fatal car accident. Instant death

No parents, no husband. This woman was all alone. I realized that fait brought me here to help her, to make sure she was okay. I needed to.

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The hours continued to pass and I still didn't know what was going on. Finally, just as I was about to go and bug the woman at the information desk again, the doctor came out.

"Friends and family of Gabriella Montez?" I walked towards him. He looked at me confused. "Your…?"

"Troy Bolton." He instantly recognized my name.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, even under such tragic circumstances. My name is Dr. Brown. I am Ms. Montez's official doctor here at Albuquerque general. Please, how are you related to her?"

"I'm her only family. She had nobody else, at least from what I know. I'm the only one that can help her. Please, just tell me how she is." The doctor must have seen how desperate I was, because he didn't question any further.

"Well, as you know, she has suffered some brain damage. The shock and trauma has put her body into a coma, and we don't know when she will get out of it. From what we also know, she has broken a bone in her lower back, and will need therapy to be able to walk again." Therapy. A coma. The terrible tragedies happening to this woman seemed to never end. The only thing I hoped for her was that she didn't lose her child. It was making me nervous that the doctor had not mentioned it yet.

"And her child?" I finally asked. The doctor looked down, before lifting his head, a slight smile gracing his aging face.

"Thankfully, we managed to remove her child through C-Section. Though she was premature, we have gotten her daughter out and she is currently breathing through a ventilator. She should be able to go home in a week. Hopefully her mother will be awake by then" It was terrible. This woman was going to have to care for a newborn daughter while trying to learn to walk herself. "Sir, we have the stuff that Ms. Montez had on her when she was brought in. Would you like to have it?" I nodded.

"Very well. It's in her room. Please follow me." He began walking down the hallway, and I followed not ever a step behind him. I needed to see her, to really understand what was going on with her. When we finally reached the room, the doctor told me he had to check on her daughter, and he would be back. He gently smiled, and then walked off.

I turned and walked into the room. There she was, lying in the crisp white bed. The breathing mask was still on her face, and there were scratches and bruises all over her body. Her stomach had been diminished, proof that her daughter had indeed been removed.

Looking in the corner of the room, I finally saw her purse and a bag of clothes, probably what she was wearing at the time. I grabbed the purse, looking for any kind of insight into this strange woman's life. I sat down beside her, grabbing her hand with one of mine, while using the other to dig through the purse. I found what one would usually find in a purse… lip-gloss, wallet, keys, tissues, etc. Then, something caught my eye.

Folded in half, was a picture. I took it out and looked at it. It was an ultrasound, and it was dated not a month ago. I looked on the back, only to see something written in a very neat handwriting.

My Baby Girl, Isabella Montez

Isabella. That was what she was planning to name her daughter. Then the idea came to me. I had no clue why, but I knew what I had to do. She had no family, nobody to care for her and her daughter, and her house (I had found the address written on the house keys) was not in a very rich area, but rather a poor one.

I know what I was going to do to help her.

I was going to take care of both of them.

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AN: So, what did you think. I really like how this story is coming along. I know this was not too much of a cliffhanger, which is good, but there still was that element of "I want more." At least, I hope there was. I'll try my best to update as soon as possible.

Until then, please review if you want to find out what happens next.

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