(Alrighty, I've been working the last two days so sorry for no immediate update like usual… I'll try and make this a really awesome update to make up for it ;) )

The doctors and nurses shuffled in and out of the bathroom and finally had gotten her out of the restroom with a wheel chair, a look of horror spread across Brock's face when they ran Reba through the E.R doors, he still hadn't moved, even though he had more than every reason to. Reba came in and out of consciousness throughout the whole ordeal, waking up to see Bryan's worried face, to see Cheyenne's horrified grimace, and to panic about Kyra once more.

Cheyenne argued with the nurse to let Kyra come see her mother, but the nurse continued to deny her, it seemed clear to Bryan that the nurse didn't understand this situation, Reba was in horrible shape, her heart racing to as fast as one hundred thirty to one hundred thirty five beats per minute, her obstetrician came to her in the E.R which wasn't a very good sign, Van showed up, leaving Jake at home by himself and Brock had disappeared from the waiting room probably drinking himself away at the bar according to Bryan, but in actuality he was sitting with Kyra, telling her everything would be okay when in total seriousness he had no clue.

The obstetrician took multiple samples of blood as well as ultrasounds, without everyone in the room; her doctor took her blood pressure only to find, of course, Reba had blown a gasket, and let it sky rocket out of control, so out of control that it had made her pass out, much like it had already done before. But this time Reba, had really gotten herself into a big mess, they couldn't get it down fast enough, especially with the baby in mind there wasn't much they could give her.

Although it was going down, it wasn't going down enough for her to wake up and not have a splitting headache, so the doctors just gave her sedatives, none dangerous for her child. Even though they were taking the baby into consideration they still weren't sure whether or not the baby would make it through the night, so they made it absolutely clear to Bryan that they would do anything necessary for Reba, and if it came down to it completely ignore the welfare of the child. To Bryan it would almost be murder; after all, now Reba's thin figure was starting to round out, her stomach protruding so very slightly it was nearly unnoticeable, but he, he noticed, mostly during the time of the ultrasound.

Cheyenne made her way down the hallway, looking for room 1004, Kyra's room. She walked in greeted her father and he decided to leave for the day, after some serious conniving from his eldest daughter, whom reminded him he had another family, and also blamed him about mom, childishly stuck her tongue out, and reminded him NOT to tell Barbara Jean about what happened to Reba. He agreed, hesitantly but agreed nonetheless. Once Brock had left the room, Cheyenne looked at Kyra with her serious face,

"Kyra, this is what's gonna go down, I've stolen a wheel chair…." Cheyenne rolled the chair into the room, "You have to go see mom, Kyra, it's not lookin good, I mean, she should be fine, but You just need to see her, they are gonna wean her off the sedatives in a bit, and I think you should be there…" Cheyenne took a good look at her sister, bruised face, her shoulder, wrapped in new snowy white gauze, hanging from a sling…

"You're right Cheyenne..."

"Kyra, don't argue with- wait, I'm right?"

"Yeah Cheyenne, just get the wheel chair over here!" She answered defeated, a feeling Kyra almost never had.

Cheyenne wheeled the chair over and Kyra took the sheet with her to cover her overly exposed bottom half and hopped into the chair, Cheyenne triumphantly rolled Kyra down the hall,

"I can't believe you told me I was right!" She gloated.

"Oh, Cheyenne, stop making this about you for once!"

They entered Reba's room, only to find Bryan clutching her hand, Reba coming to,

"Bryan?"

"Yeah, I'm right here…."

"I hate puking…Where's Kyra?" she asked with a weak hint of fear in her trembling voice.

"I'm right here… Mom, I'm sorry…You didn't deserve anything I said to you…. I'm glad about you and Bryan and your baby…."

"Kyra?" Reba asked.

"What mom?"

"You don't have to lie to me…"

Bryan twitched in his seat, and even heavily medicated, hormonal and hazy Reba caught his uncomfortable movement, and questioned him with a slightly stern, but still quivering voice,

"Don't tell me, Bryan, I'm, I'm still…"

"Pregnant? Yeah.."

"But..?"

"But, It's all up to these next couple of days, they are vital to the babies development and if you're not well, then, the baby probably won't make it…." He whispered sadly.

"Uh-huh…I see.."

She was crushed, the ultrasound today really brought her to the light of the situation, it took her to a different place, she scratched around the spot they had put her I.V in,

"I guess I'll just have to get better then." She said.

"I think you should rest, Cheyenne, Van I can handle this…"

"Ummmm-Bryan, I don't think-"

"Really, honey just go, I'll be fine, see to it Kyra gets back to her room, I know she must be exhausted and I also know she isn't allowed to leave her room, she just had surgery on her shoulder, by the way… Kyra how did this even happen?"

"I crashed my Ford, it wasn't my fault-"

Reba put her hand up, stopping her daughter in the middle of her sentence,

"I don't want to argue…." She replied her heart rate increasing very slightly…

"And quite frankly Cheyenne you should go home to Elizabeth and Ryan.."

"I need to talk to your mother anyway…" Bryan chimed in.

Cheyenne wheeled Kyra out, returning to hug and kiss her mother goodbye, of course not by choice, but she didn't want to upset her….

When they said the last "goodbyes" and Van cried a little when Reba reached for a hug from him too and everyone finally left, Bryan started talking again,

"Reba…. I came here today, to do something… Something I wanted to do before all of this happened, and I'm really putting myself out there with this, but I really do love everything about you, I love your smile, your "go get em'" Texas attitude, your sarcasm, the way you laugh… I love you, and I just wanted to know, if you'll have me, if you'd love me too Reba.."

"Bryan?" she asked."

He pulled something from his pocket, as Brock walked in,

"I'm trying to ask you to marry me Reba, that's what I'm trying to say."

"Bryan-"

"Reba?: Brock asked, he also seemed to be waiting for a reply much like Bryan, but with a look of jealousy in his eyes rather than anticipation,

Reba looked at Bryan and at Brock and at Bryan again and she closed her eyes, let out a sigh of frustration, and said….