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Emmett rolled over in his sleep, reaching over to Elle's side of the bed. Upon feeling that she was not there, his senses instantly became alert. He sat up and looked around their bedroom to see that Elle was nowhere in sight. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, which read 5:30 am. He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what Elle could be doing out of bed at this time of night. The only reasonable explanation that he could come up with was that she was in the bathroom. He looked over at the door to their master bathroom and, sure enough, saw a thin steam of light coming from the gap between the floor and the door. Feeling a little more at ease he lay back down against his pillows and waited for Elle to come back to bed. About ten minutes passed, and Elle was still in the bathroom. Getting a little worried Emmett decided to just give it another minute and then he would go and investigate. However just then a sound met his ears that made his heart practically stop. A sickening thud coming directly from the bathroom. Jumping out of bed, he ran over to the bathroom and opened the door. The sight that met him was one that he hoped he would never have to see in his life. Elle sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

"Elle!" Emmett exclaimed as he rushed to her side and turned her onto her back. Her face was as pale as a ghost. She had a cut that was bleeding quite badly on her head where it had hit the floor. He lifted her into his lap and checked her pulse. It was there but very slight. Thinking quickly he lifted her up into his arms bridal style and carried her into the bedroom and lay her down gently on their bed. Quickly he grabbed his cell phone and, with fumbling fingers, dialed 911.

"911 what is your emergency?" the operator said on the other end.

"Its my wife. She collapsed."

"I am sending an ambulance now." The operator replied, almost automatically.

"Thank you." He said hurriedly. He quickly shut his cell and shoved it into the pocket of his sweat pants. He quickly went over to the closet and grabbed a pair of shoes and a sweatshirt and quickly put both on. He then went back to Elle's side. She was still unconscious, and if Emmett didn't know any better he would have said that she looked even paler than she had just a minute ago. Within minutes the paramedics arrived. They quickly put Elle on the stretcher and brought her out of the house and into the ambulance, Emmett following close behind. Through the whole ride to the hospital Emmett never once took his eyes off Elle's face. He held her small, delicate hand in his, in hopes that it would make her wake up sooner. When they arrived at the hospital the paramedics rushed Elle into the ER, while Emmett was left to wait. He went over to a group of chairs and sat down. He looked over at the clock on the wall above the receptionist's desk, which read 6:30. He could not believe that only an hour had passed since this whole fiasco had started. Taking out his cell phone he pressed the speed dial for ell's parent's house in Malabo. After about a minute his mother-in-law's groggy voice came through the phone.

"Hello."

"Hi mom, its Emmett." He said, his voice shaking.

"Emmett, dear, what's wrong?" she asked, suddenly more awake, the fear evident in her voice.

"Its Elle. She collapsed. She's in the ER now."

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Emmett heard Elle's father say in the background.

"Its Elle, she collapsed and is in the hospital." She said, practically repeating Emmett's exact words.

"We will be on the first flight out." And with those last few words she hung up. Emmett closed his phone and put his head down in his hand, still trying to comprehend everything that had happened. He knew that she had not been feeling well, but had thought that it was just stress. He took a deep breath and re-opened his cell phone and found Paulette's number.

"Hello came Paulette's voice through the phone. Emmett was shocked a to hear how awake she sounded.

"Paulette." Emmett said, his voice shaking.

"Emmett, what's wrong?" she asked, the worry evident in her voice.

"Its Elle." He said his voice shaking even more. " She's in the hospital."

"What happened?!" she exclaimed

"I don't know. She just collapsed."

"Don't worry Hun, I'm coming down now." Emmett closed his phone only to re-open it a minute later to call Viviane, who said she would be down as soon as she could. After hanging up with Vivienne he put his phone back into his pocket. He sighed and leaned back into the chair. About an hour and a half passed and there was still ho word on how Elle was doing. Just as Emmett was about to get up to go ask someone what was going on with is wife he heard someone calling his name behind him. Turning he saw Paulette hurrying towards him. When she got to where he was standing she took him into a comforting hug.

"She is going to be alright Emmett." Paulette whispered. "Elle is a fighter."

"I know." He said with a slight hint to a smile. She was absolutely right, Elle was defiantly was a fighter. The two walked over to the group of chairs here Emmett had been sitting before and attempted to make themselves comfortable as they waited for any sort of news on Elle. Finally, after what seemed like forever a doctor came out.

"Emmett Forest?" he called into the waiting room. Without a second of hesitation Emmett stood up and went over to the doctor. "Are you Elle Forest's husband?" Emmett just nodded. "Your wife is awake and is asking for you." Emmett nodded and followed the doctor to Elle's room. When he got there at first he just stood in front of the door. Reaching out his hand he slowly opened the door. When Emmett saw Elle it was almost as bad as seeing her collapsed in their bathroom. She looked almost as pale as she had before. She was hooked up to an IV and other machines. When Elle heard him come in she instantly looked.

"Emmett." She said, her voice horse as she reached out her hand to him. He quickly went over to her side and took it in his.

"Elle, sweetheart, what happened?" he asked gently, as he reached out and gently stroked her hair.

"I don't really know. I barley remember any of it. All I remember was feeling really dizzy."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Nothing yet." She murmured, looking down at her hands. "They are still running tests." She said as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I am so scared Emmett. What's wrong with me?" she asked as she started to cry harder.

"Elle, it's going to be O.K." he said sitting down on the bed and taking her in his arms. As he stroked her hair she continued to sob into his chest. "You are going to be just fine." He said, wishing he could really know if he could keep that promise. About fifteen minutes later the door opened again and the doctor came in, carrying a clipboard.

"So?" Elle said looking at the doctor, "what's wrong with me?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Nothing is wrong with you."

"I don't understand. They why did I pass out?"

"Well let's jus put it this way. It is nothing that nine months time won't cure."

"Excuse me?" Emmett asked, sitting up a little bit straighter.

"Your pregnant."

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