Love, Mona. #2

Bedridden

My mom ended up in the hospital, and things were looking bad.

Shawn:  I'm afraid we've got some bad news.

Mona:  Bad news?! Is mom okay?! Is the baby okay?!

Shawn:  I'll let your mother tell you... she's awake and waiting in the room. [Walks off]

Mona:  Oh my god... I wonder what could be wrong.

Christian:  Don't try to guess, just go talk to her.

Mona:  It's just... it's too early in the pregnancy to find out if the baby has Mito. Christian, I'm scared. What if--

Christian:  No what-ifs, go talk to her. I'll wait out here for you.

Mona:  Thank you. That means a lot.  :)

Christian:  Good luck... give my best to your mother.

Mona:  I will... [Walks into the room]

Mona:  Mom, what's going on? What's the bad news?

Twinkle:  It's... the pregnancy isn't going as well as the doctor thought.

Mona:  Oh god... are you going to lose the baby?!

Twinkle:  No, but... I have to stay in bed for the duration of the pregnancy, I can get up for a bit... like I am now but I'm not going to be able to go to work or leave the house... it would be too risky.

Mona:  So you just have to stay... bedridden?

Twinkle:  Yes.

I need to comfort my mom...

Mona:  Alright, well... we can get through these seven months, we can all work together to make sure you have everything you need.

Twinkle:  Thank you. I'm just going to be... so useless.

(Shawn walks up.)

Shawn:  Don't say that, sweetheart! You're ensuring the safety of our child! It won't be a walk in the park, but... everything is going to be fine.

Twinkle:  I hope so. I'm so scared...

Mona:  Let's just take things one day at a time... okay?

Twinkle:  Alright. Shawn and I are going to stay in the hospital tonight, are you okay with that?

Mona:  Of course. Do whatever you have to do, I love you mom.

Twinkle:  I love you too. 

Mona:  Things are going to be okay.

Out with Christian...

Christian:  Bedridden, huh? But she and the baby are okay?

Mona:  For now, yes. I'm so worried but... I'm going to have faith that everything will work out.

Christian:  I know it will. Your mom is so strong... and she has you.

Mona:  Thanks, Christian.

Christian:  Are you headed home?