"Cheyenne! Kyra is here! Kyra is here! Oh my God Kyra!" Reba yelled as she finally realized what that meant..
Reba looked like a lunatic in front of all of the heavily pregnant women in the waiting room, but couldn't care less as she ran out the door toward the elevator to get to the E.R. Bryan followed closely behind and Cheyenne right behind him.
Reba was the first down at the desk, out of breath and nauseous from over exertion,
"KYRA HART!"
"Umm- yes ma'am she's in emergency surgery right now, you'll have to take a seat in the waiting room."
"NO! I don't think you understand Lady!" She grabbed the nurse by the collar of her scrubs, "This is NO time to mess with me! You got it! NOT the time OR the place!"
Brock came barging into the doors of the E.R, startling Reba out of letting go of the violated and irritated nurse.
"REBA! Where is she? is she okay!" he asked winded and urgently.
"She's in emergency surgery! And it's all of your fault, I told you to watch her! I told you and you don't listen Brock, You NEVER did!"
"Reba she's old enough to make her own choices!"
"No Brock, NO, she is still our baby! She is still our baby and YOU let this happen!"
"How did I let this happen? Huh? Maybe if she didn't get so upset at you in the first place this wouldn't be happening!"
"OH Don't even pull this on me! I don't need this Brock! I am so glad we are divorced, Every day I'm reminded about How much it benefited me and for some reason I find myself regretting it, but not anymore, I'm done with my regrets Brock Hart, Never again! Bryan and I are happy and you're not ruining it! Like You ruined our daughter!"
"Reba I think you need to calm down!"
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Reba stomped off toward the rest room with Cheyenne on her tail. Bryan went over to Brock, who stood shocked in the middle of the waiting room,
"I'm sorry Brock, I may not like you much, but I still think that was too far… Was she this way for all of the kids?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, when she was pregnant? Was she this emotional?"
Brock answered slowly trying to let it sink in,
"Umm- well have you taken into consideration her daughter is having surgery, that could be a factor in- wait! Reba is pregnant!"
"Ohh, you didn't know?"
"No.." Brock stood back confused. He didn't understand why he was so stunned and upset, yeah it wasn't like Reba to do something like this, like this is a big accident, just because it's Reba, the responsible one, the one he had hurt so many times, but the one who always seemed to recover from his hurt moments later. He took a deep breath, he would always be in love with her, but he loved Barbara Jean now, why did his feelings always come back when he had a fight with her?
"Brock, maybe you should sit down?"
"No, I'm fine, is Reba okay?"
"Cheyenne is on it! I think she's angry with me still, really sit down, you're looking a little pale…"
"Don't I have a right? My ex-wife just took my masculinity and tore it apart in front of an entire hospital waiting room!"
As Brock searched for a reaction inside of his confused, embarrassed and angry head, the doctor headed out of the doors of the O.R's.
"I'm looking for the heart family?"
He still stood around speechless so Bryan took charge,
"Umm that's us!"
"She's fine, but she's pretty banged up and her shoulder is a mess, we had to repair as much of it as possible before we put her in the ICU, but she should be fine.."
"Great I'll go get her mother.." Bryan slowly jogged over to the ladies room and rapped on the door,
"Cheyenne, your mother can see Kyra now!"
"In a minute, She's getting sick! Bryan have dad call Van, mom's really sick.."
"Mom?"
Reba didn't hear her respond,
"MOM?" Cheyenne repeated frantically.
Nothing.
"MOM! BRYAN GET SOME HELP, SHE'S UNCONSCIOUS!" she screamed between sobs.
Bryan slammed the door against the wall, only to see the same sight he hoped wasn't true, Reba lay on the bathroom floor, propped up against the dirty toilet, her breathing shallow….
(Cue the dramatic music friends! Like it? Thought I'd add a better twist!)