Thank you for your comments, I hope this chapter lives up to the expectations. This is my first story, but I got good comments back and decided to write a new chapter. I am mad because my stories have been deleted and my account has been blocked on ABC Family, so I had to make a new one.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of The American Teenager or any of the characters.

Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 9

Hospitals

Both Ricky and Amy got up off of her bed. Ricky carefully put John's jacket on so that he wouldn't get cold even though it was early June. It was a good thing that Ricky had a car because if he didn't they wouldn't know what to do. Amy still wiping her silent tears away when they got to the car, opened the passenger door and climbed in. Ricky gently laid John in the car seat carrier that his foster mother, Margaret, had gotten him. He stuck the keys into the ignition, missing it a few times before he got the car started. He began to drive down the road when he noticed that Amy was still trying to hold back her tears. Ricky reached over and took her hand. She looked up at him and smiled, his eyes glanced back at the road.

"Don't worry Amy," He paused to look over at her then his eyes wandered back to the road. "I hate to see you like this." She sniffled before replying back to him.

"I know I'm just scared." She looked back to see John still whimpering in his chair. He was squirming around. Amy had never felt so helpless. She couldn't do anything but try to comfort him. They rode all the way to the hospital in silence.

(I know they wouldn't really go to the ER, probably just an immediate care center, but lets pretend that because she was a teenager the doctor's told her that John had a greater risk of infections and stuff. Okay!)

Ricky pulled up to the Emergency room entrance and let Amy and John out when he went to go park the car. Amy unbuckled him. She almost ran into the hospital but told herself to calm down that everything would be fine. Little did she now it wouldn't.

Amy went to the front desk and told her that her son was only a few weeks old and that her doctor told her to come here if anything happened. They could tell right of the bat that she was a teenager mother and that something wasn't right. She had streaks down her face, and that John was whimpering in her arms almost like a dog, would when he was scared. They paged for a neonatologist to come to the ER and called out a code over the intercom. Then Ricky came in right when a team of four doctors came running down the hallway dressed in blue uniforms. One was wheeling a infant stretcher and another was following behind it with a cart full of monitors and wires. They grabbed John out of her arms and laid him on the stretcher. One of them was hooking cords up to John and another was asking Amy and Ricky all Kinds of questions.

"How long has he been like this?"

"How old is he?"

"What other symptoms have you noticed?"

All the questions had confused Amy and she couldn't even think straight. They were turning around corners and Amy and Ricky ran along side them.

"What's the matter with him?" She cried out. She never got an answer though. Right then they went threw some doors and one pointed to a sign that said No Admittance. Amy turned to Ricky who looked just as miserable as she. They both fell into each other's arms and stood there hugging for a while. Amy crying on his shoulder and Ricky held back his tears, for he knew there was nothing to do but what. He had to be strong though for Amy and His son, he had to go on.

Finally after what seemed like ages they went to sit down in the waiting room. Amy leaned against Ricky's shoulder. Her eyes swollen and Ricky's hands shaking with fear for their son. Then a man in a lap coat came out and called for us. Amy flooded him with questions regarding what was happening and if she could see her son. He didn't reply but instead told us what he had and left.

"John has an infection known as RSV or Respitory Syncytial Virus. It is common in early infancy. The tubes in his lungs are infected which causes wheezing. I'm sorry that I can't answer all of your questions, but I am needed." Then he walked of as quickly as he came. He has said nothing more not even a respond to see him.

So again we returned to our position in the waiting room. We had asked the nurse if we were able to go see him and she said that he was in the ICU. That we weren't going to be able to see him until his fever was down and he was put on antibiotics. And it could be hours before that happened. Amy fell asleep as tears rolled down her cheeks. Ricky began to cry even if he held it in he couldn't. He would never be strong enough for his son he knew but he could try. All there was to do was wait, and wait, and wait.

"Amy Jergeuns and Ricky Underwood." They called us up again.

"Yes," Ricky said, waking up Amy.

"Can we go back to him now?" Amy still anxious and nervous.

"You can't be in the same room as him, but you can go see him if you like." Amy practically flew back threw the doors that had once swung shut on us. Back to a window were we could see him. She got there before Ricky had and he saw her fall to the floor. He ran back to her and helped her get up. What he saw startled him and at the same time made him want to die. Their son was laying in an incubator. He had two needles sticking into his hands, his eyes were slightly opened as if he were in a daze, and his mouth hung open in it a tube sticking out breathing for him. Ricky had held it in o long, he let out a loud scream and kicked the wall. Never in his life had he felt like this. Amy sobbed on his shoulder and he tried to comfort her as best as he could, when he himself needed comforting too.