You guys are just too friggin' awesome. (As I've said many times before to most of you) I love that you have been following along this long and have made it to this point. Obviously, once again, I have received enough reviews to continue. This chapter is what a lot of you have been asking for, so please please enjoy it.

Ten:

Three hours had passed, and it became very late. As Ellie's friends waited for something to happen, they quickly came to realize there wasn't another soul in plain sight and the room had become maddeningly silent. It felt as though the world was still, and nobody had the slightest intention of reawakening it.

Everyone was afraid to speak. Their fear took them whole and revealed them to be hollow—or empty. They felt as though they had to pick their word choice carefully in anything they tried to say, like they were avoiding mines that were spread all over that god forsaken hospital floor.

A middle-aged nurse entered the room. She had an up-do of almost unnaturally red hair—obviously dyed because of her brown roots--and had long plastic French manicure tips on each finger. She pulled a pencil out from behind her ear and then used it to follow along to a piece of paper that was fastened to her clipboard. "Is anyone here for, Ellie Nash?" She woman called out with a wispy and wearisome voice.

Paige looked around at the others then answered shakily. "That's us. Can we see her now?"

The nurse nodded, but continued. "I have just been asked to tell you that she is still very tired, and after everything that has happened, we ask that there is only one or possibly two people at a time. Understood?"

As Marco was getting up to see her first, he saw that Sean was already through the swinging door. He understood why he needed to see her, so he just took his seat, and let Paige rest her head on his shoulder once again.

Sean had only realized what he was doing when he was already down the hallway and nearing her door. He was going to see Ellie. As he grasped this, all he could think about was how unprepared he was. What if she looked horrible? Could he handle it? Could he contain both his fear and his anger?

As he placed his hand on the door knob, a little shock went through his fingertips, and he could determine whether or not he had imagined it. Sean just shook it off, turned the handle, and revealed the other side of the doorframe.

Ellie was laying there, her head facing the opposite direction as him looking out the window as if she didn't acknowledge his presence. As he looked around, he took in the décor of the room. The walls at first appeared to be white, but they were in fact a pale yellow. Sean never understood why that color was supposed to be calming. Still—he had to admit it was better then staring at a Pepto-Bismol shade all day. The room was lightly decorated, with one small houseplant in the corner of the room and a single painting.

Sean grabbed a chair that was in the opposite corner of the room as the flourish, and set it right next to Ellie's bedside. It wasn't until he rested his hands on the bed, did she turn around. She was very flushed and he could tell that she had been crying from her red nose and squinted eyes.

Sean suddenly found himself unable to speak. The fact that she was hooked up to as many other machines as a television, wasn't exactly helping either. He looked deep in her eyes and just couldn't possibley get over how innocent the girl looked. Sean shook his head sadly, then just rested his head over his arms on her lap. He had to blink back tears, but he was just happy Ellie couldn't see his face. That Ellie couldn't see what a mess became of him.

She sniffled as well, and then let a gentle hand run through his hair. She felt as though she were causing pain not only to herself, but to everyone around her. It was overwhelming, unbarable, and almost sickening. The two remained silent for quite a while, just calming each other in the others presence.

Ellie had taken in a deep breath once she felt up to speaking. "I'm—ah" She was having great difficulty speaking without starting to cry again. "I'm really sorry Sean, for um— for everything."

He looked up at her to face her once again. "About the fight we had?" He asked. "Don't be sorry for that. I knew you were—you were pretty upset. I'm just—I'm sorry I left. If I just stayed with you none of this would have—"

"No." Ellie said sternly. "First off, I was practically shoving you out the door. I can be very assertive if you haven't noticed. Secondly I will not tolerate anybody blaming themselves for the mistake I made. If it turns out I'm gunna' die, I don't want that to be the last thing I'll be hearing, okay?"

Sean shook his head angrily. "Don't talk like that! You're not going to die! I won't let you die."

"Well that's convincing." She said sarcastically, holding a smile.

He was surprised by this, but didn't elaborate on it. He simply smiled weakly in return and grasped her hand. "Ellie—our child." He was cut off by Ellie's sniffling, and combed his fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "I'm sorry, it's just—"

"Kind of shocking?" Ellie interrupted. "I know the feeling." They were silent for a long time, both building up the courage to say something more. "Am I a bad person?"

Sean looked at her in shock. "Ellie—no. Of course your not a bad person. What on earth would make you think so?"

"Because. The doctors told me I was pregnant for one and a half months. Most mothers have that maternal instinct and are just supposed to know, you know?" Tears were forming in her eyes again and she could barely speak with the lamp in her throat. "I got nothing. No sixth sense, no maternal instinct, no—whatever you want to call it. And if you think about it, that's part of the reason I'm in this mess. If I had known, I never would have drunk. I never would be in this hospital and never would have killed our baby."

"You didn't kill anything. The doctor said that this happens all the time. It doesn't mean you would have been a bad mother. I know you wouldn't have been a bad mother. It is impossible for me to see this any other way. You are a damn amazing woman and you could never have seen this coming. That blaming thing goes both ways you know." His speech was both stern and believable.

Ellie wiped away her tears that were making her hair stick to her face and pulled Sean into a comforting embrace.

"Everything is going to be alright. You're going to be fine." Sean mumbled with the lump forming in his throat. "I promise."

I have to say, I had no idea this story would be so long. At first I thought it was only going to be like four chapters plus an epilogue, but I don't know what happened. I just kept on writing and writing and it became kind of long. I still have quite a bit of story left too, if I'm not mistaken.

Just for fun (This is usually how the pitch for some scam to get reviews it started, just to warn you), I have been trying to think of one more Coldplay reference I could put in my story, but I'm not sure what yet. Anyways, remember this because if you remember and catch the reference, let me know in your review. It may be in the next chapter, the chapter after that or who knows. Just remember!

I want to say once again, don't hate me for making this story depressing! It has its peaks, this I promise you.

You know the drill. I'm holding another secret ransom, and I will post the next chapter when said ransom is met. Now, you see, I have you trapped. (once again, again)

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