I woke, dazed and confused in the hospital bed. All I saw was white and blue, interrupted except for a silhouette in the corner. That's when it set in. I choked a sob, my body shaking with the grief of losing a child. Suddenly a hand was around my waist, and I realised the silhouette had come closer during my just woken state of confusion. I relaxed as the hands' body got into the small hospital bed, and I recognised the hard muscled stomach pressing against my back.

"Troy…" I whimpered, and I felt him rubbing soothing circles onto my hip.

"Shh, I know." His whispered voice came back, and I shook again at the pure grief laced into his husky voice, trying to be strong.

"I don't know what I did wrong, but I lost it."

"Sleep, Gabby. I love you." He hushed me, and I nodded, closing my eyes, comforted by Troy Bolton.

I woke alone to voices in the hall. I recognised Troy's voice, and I heard no certain words but mumbled conversation, to a male that I'm guessing was the doctor. As if he'd sensed I was awake, the door swung open and revealed Troy with a balding, short man behind him, wearing glasses in front of warm brown eyes.

"Gabby." Troy breathed out, rushing over to me and letting me throw my arms around him as he perched on the edge of the bed.

"Miss Montez, my name is Dr Niall, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked, and I scoffed.

"I had a miscarriage, didn't I?" I stated, noticed how Troy flinched at the word.

"Yes you did." He told me gently. "Would it be possible to talk to you alone, or do you need Mr Bolton here, because I'd prefer-"

"Troy, could you wait outside?" I asked numbly, and he nodded, kissing me on the forehead and leaving.

"Thank you Miss Montez." The Doctor smiled sadly. "Now I'm sorry to give you the news that you've lost your baby, but I want to assure you that there was nothing you could of done." I choked back a sob, and he walked over, taking a seat in the bedside chair and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "From all your tests it seems that you were perfectly healthy and that this pregnancy was probably just not in the cards for you now."

"So it wasn't my fault?" I mumbled, and he shook his head, removing his arm from my shoulder and checking his charts.

"There was nothing to prevent this, I'm afraid." I nodded, and breathed out, relaxing at the weight of the miscarriage being removed from my shoulders. "I understand that that's the boyfriend and father outside?" He asked, and I nodded again. "He's not left your side once." He told me. "You arrived at 7.55pm last night, and Mr Bolton arrived at 8.10pm, as I understand he was collecting some things." He motioned around to the table next to my bed and I spotted a sweatshirt that he'd banned me from stealing and a pile of my favourite books.

"He's my everything." I whispered. "And I've let him down."

"From what I know, you haven't done anything, Miss Montez. There's also been two families in the waiting room since 6 o'clock this morning, with two fathers feeling extremely guilty."

"Can you send them all in?" I asked, and he grinned.

"I'll break the rules for you." He said, and got up, moving over to the door. "On the condition that you eat that food and have a drink, though."

"I will." I grabbed the tray and pulled it towards me as the doctor closed the door, and I started quickly shoving the unknown substance down my throat and following it with a glass of water.

"Gabby!" I heard a voice from the door, and shoved my tray away, noticing Lizzie and Callum in the doorframe.

"Hey." I smiled slightly, pleased to see them. Lizzie's eyes were tinged red, and I looked away, upset at Lizzie's emotions for my baby.

"How you doing?" I looked to the door and saw my family there. Crowded in the doorway were my Mom and Dad, Lucille, Jack, Jay and Connor.

"I've been better." I shrugged, and my heart dropped as everyone looked away from me, almost as if they didn't have anything to say. I didn't blame them- I didn't want any reassurances at the moment.

"Where's Troy?" I asked, and Lucille shrugged.

"I think he's gone to get changed. He hasn't left your side since you were brought here last night." I smiled, and Lucille looked at me, smiling tightly.

"The nurses looked like they wanted to punch him when they left their shift this morning." Lizzie giggled.

"They did look fed up." Jay input from the corner. My gaze flashed to him, and he hesitated, unsure what to do. His eyes suddenly looked resigned, and he walked over to me, sitting on the opposite side of the bed to Callum and holding my hand. "I know I've been a dick recently, but you know I love you, right?" He asked, and I nodded, smiling at him.

"I love you too, Jay."

"How are you feeling?" Connor asked, moving from his position in the corner to sit next to Jay. Momentarily shocked at their closeness, I didn't reply, and they looked confused.

"I'm okay." I wiped the expression of my face, and relaxed back onto the pillows.

"We were all so worried when we heard, Gabby." My dad told me solemnly.

"We came straight here the moment they called." Jack told me.

"I was following you in the ambulance." Mom said quietly. Noting the quiet in my moms usually cheerful personality, I glanced around the room.

"Can I be bossy for a few minutes?" I asked, and everyone nodded, wishing for me to express some feelings. "Can someone get me some MacDonalds? I'm so hungry, and their food is disgusting."

"We'll go." I looked at Jay and Connor. "We can take Callum and Lizzie too, they haven't eaten yet and it's 1.30 in the afternoon." All four nodded reluctantly, and Lizzie, Connor and Jay rose from their seats, walking out arguing over whose car to take.

"I'll get your usual." Callum murmured. I nodded gratefully, and he smiled a small, sad smile. "I love you twin." He told me, and I held out my pinky, my eyes filling with tears as he linked it in his own.

"I love you too." I told him, and he nodded, releasing my finger and walking out the door quickly.

"I need to go home and get some things if that's okay, Gabriella?" My dad asked, and I nodded. "It's only clothes for you and that sort of thing."

"Sure. See you later." He walked over to me, kissing my forehead and leaving quickly.

"Me and Jack will go get some coffee. Do you want a hot chocolate, Gabriella? Coffee, Maria?"

"A coffee just black please." My mom said, and I nodded at her, signalling that I wanted a drink too. "And a hot chocolate for Gabriella please."

"See you in a bit." They said, too cheerily for the white walled hospital setting, and they left briskly. The moment the door was shut, my mom was at the side of my bed, holding me tightly.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled. "If only I'd known…"

"You can't protect me from everything, mom." I told her.

"I'm supposed to! You're still so young."

"Too young to have a baby." I murmured, and she held me tighter. "It just wasn't meant to be, mom. I'll be okay."

"Yes. You'll be even more perfect than you are now."

I laughed for the first time that day, and grinned at my mom. "That's not possible, for something perfect to get more perfect."

"Apparently it is." She smiled. "I love you Gabriella Anne." She smiled, and I reached up, touching her face.

"I love you too, Mom." I whispered, and she nuzzled into my neck. "When do I get released?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"They said as soon as you're feeling better."

"So today?"

"Okay."

Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a dishevelled Troy, followed by Taylor and Sharpay, who gave me a sad smile each, mouthing 'sorry' before nodded towards Troy.

"I talked to the doctors. They need to talk to you and then you can go. Did you know?" He asked, and I shrugged, noticing the two bags he was holding in his hand. "Well tonight, I've just booked a flight to Paris." He told me, and my mouth dropped open. "You need a vacation, I need a vacation, and we're going to France." I looked at my excited best friends and shell-shocked mother, and only one thing was going through my mind- I have way too good a boyfriend.