Chapter Two. I don't own SWAC. Please review :)

"Don't forget you have a doctor's appointment today," Chad reminded me. We were sitting at the dinner table, drinking orange juice and purposefully ignoring the remains—I'm not exactly sure they could be called pancakes—on our plates.

I groaned. "Ugh. Why do I have to go so often?"

"Because we have to make sure both you and the baby are healthy. Now are you going to come quietly or am I going to have to carry you to the car like last time?"

"Alright I'm coming," I said, not wanting to repeat past events.

When we reached the doctors office, Chad opened my door and helped me out of the car.

"Are you okay, Sonny? Your hands are shaking. And I've never seen your eyes so big before," Chad said, frowning.

"I'm fine. Just a little nervous," I said, trying to smile reassuringly. I don't think it was entirely convincing, but Chad didn't ask any more questions.

I was about to find out, however, that things were certainly not alright. The second the doctor pressed his stethoscope to my chest he frowned just like Chad had done. He wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm and pumped it until it was tight, then took notes of the results displayed on the screen in red digital numbers.

"Did you have any caffeine before coming here?" The doctor questioned, his frown deepening. I wasn't sure, but to me he even looked a little scared.

"No," I said, confused.

The doctor looked at Chad. "Can I talk to you out in hall?" He asked.

"Of course," Chad replied, perplexed as well. He squeezed my hand one last time before letting it go and following the doctor outside the room.

I was scared to death. What could possibly be wrong with me that they couldn't talk about it in front of me? I could feel my heart hammering and started to wonder if it was supposed to be going that fast.

When Chad came back, he looked just as scared as the doctor did.

"Your husband here's going to take you to the hospital. You're blood pressure is high and your heart rate's in the 170s, the normal range being between 60 and 90. We need to get this checked out," the doctor told me.

I couldn't speak. It was all I could do to hold back the tears as Chad wrapped his arm around me and led me back to the car.

"Just calm down, Sonny. It's going to be okay," Chad told me as he drove to the hospital. I couldn't help but notice, however, that he was going a little faster than usual.

"What's wrong with me, Chad?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"I don't know, but don't worry, we're going to find out and make you better. I promise."

I wasn't so sure. The many nurses who visited my cubicle in the ER weren't exactly helpful either. They hooked my up to an IV, one of the things I hated most about hospitals, and wrapped a blood pressure monitor around my finger. I didn't really know what the digits meant on the screen, but the fact that they were high scared me. One of them read 152 over 98, which the nurses explained was my systolic and diastolic pressures; words completely foreign to me. But I was informed that the normal levels were 120 over 70. And my heart rate—I knew which one it was now—was currently at 154.

A endless stream of nurses and doctors came and went, each of them checking my vitals and doing things like making me balance a piece of paper on the tips of my fingers. I had to answer a million of questions, some of them more than once. None of it made sense to me. All I could do was cling to Chad and try not to cry. His voice soothed me, making whatever the doctors said not matter as much.

We were there for hours. Eventually they decided to put me in a room overnight so they could monitor my heart rate, since it was so high. That's about when I finally broke down sobbing. Hospitals already scared me, and that combined with my rollercoaster hormone levels made me an emotional wreck. Once everyone finally decided to leave me alone for a while, Chad turned off the lights and lay down next to me. I felt safer in his strong arms and soon drifted off to sleep, the sound of beeping monitors slowly fading away in the warmth of his embrace.

Sorry it was kinda short. I have to go to work soon and didn't have much posting time. More coming soon!