Thank you all 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 had major writer's block when I was writing this. That's why it's so short. Sorry, I will try to add another chapter soon.

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

Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 10

Waiting

"Ricky," Amy said looking up at him.

"I know." He drew her head back to him hiding his own tears. They walked out to the waiting room after again trying to get some answers but no one would listen to them.

"I'll call my mom and dad." Amy got out her cell phone and dialed the number. While Ricky stood over her, helping her keep her balance. He still felt queasy and wasn't sure if Amy felt the same way. It was ringing, Anne answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey mom, it's Amy." She was still crying and her mom could tell.

"Amy what's wrong, where are you?" Anne asked.

"Me and Ricky are at the hospital." She paused to sniffle. "John is sick, and there running tests on him, and-and they won't let me see him." Amy broke down on the phone.

"I'll be right there." She quickly hung up the phone and then me and Amy went to sit down. Ricky went outside to get some air and Amy sat down in the waiting room. Ricky had just got through the doors when his cell phone vibrated. The screen flashed Adrian.

"What." He snapped at her trying not to sound like he was crying.

"Ricky what's wrong, I can tell that voice?" She asked with a sincere tone.

"It's John, I gotta go." He hung up the phone and slid it into his pocket. He had tears flowing down his face and he wiped them away before walking back in to the waiting room. Amy could tell he had been crying. His eyes were puffy, his nose red, and tear streaks were on his cheeks. Amy got up and ran over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Ricky pulled her closer to him by her waist.

"I'm really scared Ricky." She laid her head on his shoulder.

"I am too." Anne burst threw the waiting room doors and ran over to Amy.

"Where is he, what's wrong." She didn't take a breath before all three of them went back to see John. Amy turned away not able to look at him, knowing that he was hurting and she couldn't do anything. Anne pushed her hands against the glass and a single tear formed in the corner of her eye.

"What have the doctors said?" Anne asked turning towards Amy and Ricky.

"They said that he had some kind of respitory virus, and that we couldn't go back and see him until he was better." Ricky replied as Amy looked up from his shoulder.

"They said that we couldn't do anything." Amy went over to her mom and hugged her. "I don't know what to do, my baby's in there and I can't do anything. I feel helpless."

"There's nothing you can do sweetie." They all sat down in the chairs outside of the ICU.

Amy fell asleep on her mom's shoulder. Ricky got up after a while of felling restless and walked up and down the hallway. The only other time he had felt like this is when his dad kept showing up. He didn't know how to explain it. He knew how it felt to love, for he loved Amy and John. But know his emotions built up in side. He leaned against a wall, slid down it and hid his face in his hands. He felt like his tears were burning a hole in his gut and it was bleeding through him. Finally he let it out. While they sat there sleeping. He was crying for an hour staring at their son. Ricky pulled his knees up to his chest and let it out.

It was almost midnight when a doctor came out and motioned for Ricky to get up. Amy was still asleep and Anne had gone home to tell Ashley and George.

"Ricky Underwood, John has just been announced in a stable condition. You and Amy can go see him whenever you want. Be careful not to tangle any of the wires. He has to stay in here for a few days before we can let him go though."

Amy woke up and stood up to stretch. She noticed that Ricky or her mom has next to her. She looked up and down the hallway, but no one. Amy walked over to look in the glass at John and saw Ricky holding him. He was asleep in his father's arms. He looked like a natural holding him, he was looked up at Amy and smiled. She started to cry tears of joy and smiled back at him. She went into the isolation room they had set up for him and took him from Ricky, though he gladly handed him over to her. They saw Anne, George and Ashley staring in at them from the other side of the glass window. Amy looked back down at John, he had the breathing tube taken out so he could breath on his own, but he still had and IV and heart rate monitors hooked up to him. They knew everything would be okay.