Blood Sample 3.

Pregnant.

Suddenly, the room began to spin, and Patrick began to feel dizzy. He thought the floor was going to fall out from underneath him until he managed to somehow grab hold of the counter. This had hit him more than anything before. Not the night in the cabin, not the night they had said I love you to each other, nothing. It had hit him so hard he thought the world was literally going to crash and burn around him.

"No…th-this isn't happening. I-I'm going to open this…this folder, a-and it won't say pregnant. Either that, or…or Robin's name won't be on it."

Looking down, he realized that no matter how much time he took to convince himself, this wasn't going to change. Patrick was, much to his distress, going to become a father, and there was nothing he could do about it. In one swift motion, he began to sink down against the cabinets as he placed the file back on the counter and buried his head in his hands. For the first time since he had almost lost Robin, Patrick thought he was going to begin to cry. Out of joy or sorrow he didn't know. What he did know was that he would've had a breakdown right then and there if Kavi hadn't shown up.

"Is there something I can help you with Dr. Drake?" he asked, peeking his head in the doorway.

"Umm…n-no Kavi, I-I'm fine," he stuttered, attempting to pick himself back up off the floor and make it over towards the door.

"Are you sure, Dr. Drake; you don't look so good."

It was true. Patrick's face was beginning to turn a sickly green, and he began to sway back and forth as if her were going to pass out.

"Kavi, I told you I'm-"

He finished telling his story to the garbage can. As soon as he thought he was finished puking, he felt the presence of someone standing above him. Looking up, he saw the angry eyes of a nurse.

That nurse being Epiphany.

"What is WRONG with you Dr. Drake?!" she yelled causing him to turn his face for just enough time to see a death look imprinted on her face.

"Yea Pip, I'm fine, thanks for aski-" he said, sending the rest of the words into the trash, along with the rest of his lunch.

"How can you be so low to leave that poor woman out in a car?! She's scared to death about the way you were going to react to this, and instead of comforting her, you're puking your guts out. What kind of a man are you?" she slapped him on the back of the head and began to make her way out the door when he stopped her.

"Hey, it's not like she told me. I had to find out on my own!"

"What, and I'm supposed to be sympathetic?"

Patrick stared at her with a "What the fuck" look on his face for a couple of seconds until she reproached him, greeting him with another slap.

"Don't look at me that way, boy. Now, go change, go home, and talk to Dr. Scorpio about your daddy issues; and don't be coming to me for advice!"

Patrick managed to pick himself up off the ground gather his things, and make his way over to the locker room. Opening his locker, he stared into the face of the mother of his child.

"Why won't you just tell me?" he said, bringing his hand up to the picture.

To his unawareness, she wasn't telling him because she was down the hall, spilling her guts to the least likely of people.

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"So, what do you think I should do? Should I tell him, or just…"

Her sentence trailed as Hayley stared back at her, a confused look twisting onto her face.

"Why are you coming to me with all your problems Tinkerbell?" she questioned. "There's a shrink right down the hall, you know."

"Yes Hayley, I'm well aware of that, thank you." Robin was beginning to reconsider coming to Hayley, but she was in almost the same situation, so she figured she'd give it a shot. "But the thing is, Lainey's one of my good friends, and if I tell her what's going on, word'll get around, and sooner or later, Patrick's going to hear it, and if it's not from me, I'm afraid he'll leave."

"Well…why don't you just tell him yourself then? Because if you don't, and no one else does, he's going to figure it out when you start to show. I mean, hello? You're only about 2 inches by 4 inches; it ain't gonna be that long before people start to notice, Captain Clueless."

"Uhh…you've gotta point there…"

"Umm…DUHR!" For once, it was Hayley who was beginning to grow aggravated of Robin's company, and was contemplating throwing her out. However, she didn't exactly get the chance to before Robin threw in her last words that would prevent her from doing so.

"Hayley…what if I…didn't…have the baby?"

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Patrick stared blankly out the window of the car, waiting for Robin to come out the doors of the hospital. He wondered if she would just come forward and tell him, and if she did, what would his reaction be? But what if she didn't? He couldn't keep the secret for too long; sooner or later it would get to him, and once it did, he wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer. What was he going to do? He wasn't ready to be a father, and frankly, he didn't think he'd make a very good one himself. He had a lot of thinking to do.

The noise of the passenger side door opening broke him out of his thoughts. He looked to his left and saw Robin closing the door and beginning to buckle her seatbelt; his eyes automatically went to her stomach, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the child.

"Hey, sorry, I went to talk to Hayley about something," she said, sounding to him like she had no idea what was really going on.

Maybe she doesn't even know yet. Fuck, if I know before she does…shit. It's gonna be a long week if she's clueless. Crap, what if she asks me about those results?!-

"Hey, did you get my test results?"

Shit.

"Umm…uhh, no. They didn't have them," he lied to her. He hated lying to Robin, but if he told her he saw them and then she found them, she'd know that he knew, which would just further the complications.

"Really? I thought I had a rush put on those tests. Whatever."

Thank God he didn't see them, she thought.

Thank God she believed me, he thought, feeling as relieved as she was.

"Well, let's get home…What were you talking to Hayley about?" he asked, remembering what she had said when she had gotten in the car. "Is everything okay?"

"I was just seeing how she was doing, you know, checking up on her, but yea, everything's fine."

"Ok, just wondering. You ok? You seem like you've got something on your mind."

She wanted to just up and tell him what was going on, but for both of their sakes, she knew she'd better not. If she told him, he might leave, and that would ultimately devastate her. To have to raise a child on her own was her biggest fear, and she knew she'd fall apart without Patrick by her side.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the beeping of her pager.

"I thought you were off call," Patrick said, then realizing his pager was going off too.

"Wonder what this is all about," Robin said, taking out her cell and dialing the hospital. "Oh shit."

"What, what is it?" Fear struck through him, as thoughts of Kelly calling to inform her of the pregnancy flew into his head.

"Hayley went into labor, but there were complications. She slipped into a coma…Patrick, if we don't get there now, she and the baby will die."

Credit for helping me with the Epiphany idea goes to Jude iamjude and Mytney. 