A/N: Woo! I am so excited to continue this story! I'm sorry that it has taken so long! Please forgive me! This chapter will be very sad, at least in my opinion. But I hope you enjoy!

Mi hermosa hija… Por favor, despierta. Despertar para mi, para tu bebe, y de Troy. Por favor!=My beautiful daughter… Please, wake up. Wake up for me, for your baby, and for Troy. Please!

Mama! Mama! Ayudenme! AYUDENME!=Mom! Mom! Help me! HELP ME!

Que pasa? Esta bien, Gabriella! Esta bien!=What's wrong? It's ok, Gabriella! It's ok!

Por supesto por su hijo, tu loca perra! Mi hija no es una puta!=Of course by your son, you crazy bitch! My daughter was no slut!

Lo siento! Lo siento!=I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Chapter 5: Cold Chills

"Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken.

Hello."

April 16th, 2010-9:00 p.m.

Shocking blue eyes suddenly opened, only to view a dim room. The eyes curiously peered around the room, desperately searching for something familiar.

"Troy? Oh baby!" A voice cooed.

"Mom…" Troy sighed as his mother leaned over the hospital bed and embraced him.

After his mom pulled away, Coach Bolton approached silently, and pulled Troy into the same intimate embrace that Mrs. Bolton had.

When they finally pulled apart, Troy observed tear stains on his father's chiseled face.

"I love you, Troy. I can't believe that we could have lost you today." He said, and then quickly turned his back to the rest of his family to discreetly wipe his eyes.

Troy got a confused look in his eyes and looked from his father's back to his mother's face, for she was now crying as well.

"What do you mean you could have lost me? I just got hurt playing basketball right? And why can't I feel my legs?"

(At the same time, in another room)

Chocolate brown eyes opened slowly and sleepily. Glazed, they traveled around the room until they landed on a hospital bed where a gorgeous girl lay.

"Gabriella." Ms. Montez whispered as she stood up from the uncomfortable chair she had been sleeping in and walked over to where her daughter lay.

Gabriella resembled a sleeping beauty, the way her chest rose up and down slowly and evenly, the way her black hair fell in perfect waves around her face. The only problem with her looks was the mascara streaks down her face.

Ms. Montez wondered what she was dreaming about that made her cry even when she was asleep… Wasn't sleep supposed to be peaceful, an escape?

"Mi hermosa hija… Por favor, despierta. Despertar para mi, para tu bebe, y de Troy. Por favor!" Ms. Montez begged and buried her face on the clean white sheets right beside her daughter's still form.

Suddenly, Gabriella's heart monitor began to beep rapidly and Gabriella's eyes shot open as she let out a piercing scream. Her brown eyes promptly landed on her mother in the middle of her shriek.

"Mama! Mama! Ayudenme! AYUDENME!" Gabriella screeched at the top of her lungs.

Ms. Montez's eyes flooded with tears as she rapidly pressed the red button on the wall near Gabriella's bed.

"Que pasa? Esta bien, Gabriella! Esta bien!" Ms. Montez yelled at her daughter as she took Gabriella's convulsing body into her arms.

Gabriella let out a final chocked sob before her heart monitor stopped beeping. And instead a one tone pitch filled the air.

Ms. Montez glanced at the heart monitor and saw that it was a flat line which meant… Gabriella's heart was not beating any more.

Ms. Montez starred down at the body of her daughter, and tears started streaming down her face and squeals of pain ripped from her throat. Her child was dying in her arms!

Gabriella's eyes were still open, wide in fear, and Ms. Montez continued holding Gabriella and screeching until nurses came and sedated her and rolled Gabriella into the emergency room.

April 16th, 2010-9:30 p.m.

"Troy is traumatized. Because of the tragedy and pain, his brain is trying to block it out. It's kind of like a survival mode for him right now." A doctor calmly explained to the extremely worried Boltons.

"Will he be able to walk? Play basketball again?" Coach Bolton questioned, his eyes full of concern.

The doctor shrugged. "He has the ability to walk and play basketball, but only if he wants to, and to want to, he has to get his memories back and accept the outcome. It is only a psychological problem with Troy."

"So, basically, the problem is Gabriella?" Mrs. Bolton asked after a long moment of silence.

The doctor nodded in conformation.

"I was informed about the situation between your child and Ms. Montez's child when they first arrived hours ago. There were a lot of high school students here. It seems like Troy and Gabriella are hurt the most, and a lot of the kids knew them." The doctor explained.

The Boltons nodded in understanding.

"And unfortunately, she just flat lined 30 minutes ago. I'm so sorry. The doctors are doing everything they can but I am afraid that I cannot offer you that much hope. Ms. Montez also requested that you come see her in room 418." The doctor nicely stated before turning and walking to the elevator.

Mrs. Bolton stammered on her feet and began to fall, but Mr. Bolton caught her in his arms.

"Everything will be fine." He said as he kissed her forehead and pulled her to her feet, his arm still protectively around her waist.

Mrs. Bolton just shook her head.

"Let's go talk to Gabriella's mother." She said coldly, before the couple walked down the hallway to Gabriella's hospital room.

"Gabriella… es… um… is… pregnant." Ms. Montez blurted out, teary eyed and in imperfect English as soon as the Boltons reached her, hugged her, and then released her from their embrace.

"What? By our son?" Mrs. Bolton incredulously asked.

"Por supesto por su hijo, tu loca perra! Mi hija no es una puta!" Ms. Bolton shrieked as she lunged at Mrs. Bolton. Mr. Bolton quickly stepped in between the two.

"Lo siento! Lo siento! I didn't mean… Gabriella es no puta!" Mrs. Bolton tried to explain in Spanglish but Mr. Bolton just shook his head. Everyone was upset and tension and tempers were high, there was no purpose trying to all be best friends at the moment.

Just then, a doctor walked slowly down the hallway. As he neared, the two families saw that his gloves and white doctor jacket were both covered in blood.

Mrs. Bolton gasped, and Ms. Montez stood straight and tall, refusing to believe the worst.

"Are you Ms. Montez?" The doctor asked once he reached the Boltons and Ms. Montez. Ms. Montez nodded.

"Would you like these two to be in our conversation?" The doctor questioned and Ms. Montez nodded, eager to hear the news of her daughter.

"Gabriella has a rare heart condition. Instead of being on the left side of her chest, her heart is in the right cavity of her chest… That deficiency saved her life. Whoever shot her, shot her in the left cavity." The doctor said, a smile on his face. But then his face turned serious again

"However, the baby is deceased, I am so sorry." The doctor let this very sad news sink in before he said what he had to say next.

"Gabriella is alive but she is still in a coma… and we predict that she will not come out of it, unless she truly wants to. And if she does not awaken within 30 days, she only has a 2% chance of ever waking up again. I am truly sorry."

Ms. Montez sank down ino one of those uncomfortable chairs outside the hospital room slowly, and then laid out and closed her eyes, hoping that she could sleep and wake up and have this whole nightmare be just a dream.

The Boltons watched, feeling guilty that their son was alright but that any minute Gabriella could die.

A/N: I definitely made up a lot of that medical stuff up. I apologize if there are more intelligent people out there who know about that stuff, I wasn't trying to make fun of doctors of the medical field, I just did the best I could. Thank you for reading! Love ya! Mwah! *blows kisses*