Angela woke up to white. White lights, white walls, white curtains, white machines. She moved her arm to brush hair out of her face and noticed that she had an IV placed.
"Jack," she said with audibility just above a whisper.
Jack looked up from the chair he had pulled beside her bed. "Ange? I'm right here babe. You're okay. It's okay. I'm right here." Hodgins assured her.
"Where… what happened?"
"Well, you were really badly dehydrated and malnourished from eating and drinking so little for the past few days, and your body couldn't take it anymore. You're okay now. I promise."
"Where's Michael? Is he okay? Who's watching him?"
"He's fine, babe. Brennan took him out. She just brought him and Christine to the playground and for some ice cream. Don't worry. Everything is all taken care of. You should be all set to go home tomorrow."
With that, the doctor knocked on the door and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Montenegro. Glad to see you're awake and cognitive. We have a little bit to discuss."
The couple was really confused as to what the doctor was referring to, but they shifted their body angles towards the doctor and waited for him to start talking.
"So, you're labs from just now look much better than they did yesterday. You're electrolytes are all up to an almost normal level, so you'll be ready to go home tomorrow morning. We'd like to keep you just a little longer due to the, uh, extenuating circumstances, which brings me to this." The doctor pointed to a single box on her chart. Next to Preg., it was marked with a little plus sign.
"No, that's not right. I took a test recently and it was negative. That can't be right. I'm not pregnant." Angela muttered.
"Often home pregnancy tests are inaccurate and give a false negative or a false positive. You could have taken it too early, or it could have been contaminated. There are lots of things that could have happened, but the point is that the hospital blood test does not give an inaccurate result. Mrs. Montenego, you're pregnant."