We will be there always.... (A TREEGAN Story from PLL)

Cry

Why in the world do they feel that it's neccesary to do tests? I mean...I just puked once. But I guess with Toby and everything we can't take any chances with me being sick. But really, I mean I'm just stressed. They better come back soon and release me because it's been an hour already. Just then they come in my room.
"Mrs. Bellisario-Allen?" The nurse asks.
"Yes?"
"Were you aware that you were pregnant?"
"What? I'm pregnant?"
"I'm going to take that as a you didn't know?"
"No, I wasn't aware of that! Okay. Thank you."
"Yes. You may go see Mr.Allen now, he is still asleep, but you are released."
"Thanks!" I say, and get up to go to Keegan's room. He's still asleep. And I'm pregnant. Why? Why can't he wake up? I go sit by his bed and hold his hand.
"Keegs? Please wake up. Please. I know you can here me, so I'm just going to say it. I'm pregnant, Keegan. How much fun would we have if you woke up. So please wake up. Soon, so we can talk. So we can come play that game, the one where we let the cast figure it out? Please?!"
No response. No movement. Nothing. I slowly get up form my place on the floor and walk out to the waiting room, where the crew still is.
"You can go see him, I'll say you're family."
They all nod their heads and I lead them through the door, into a hallway, and eventually to Keegan's room. They all kind of stay back when they see him. Like he's contagious. No one moves, so I go over and sit by him. They all look at me with sympathetic eyes, and I just look at my husband. In the hospital bed. My husband. Nearly DIEING. And I start to cry. None of them know what to do. They have never seen me cry, I've seen all of them cry, but they've never seen me cry. I see crying as a sign of weakness, it shows people your worst fears, and they can use that against you in the war of life. But now I know, these people won't betray me. They came all this way, waited all this time, stuck by me for so long. And now I don't care if they see me cry. They aren't the enemy. This stupid hematoma is. And it's enough to make you cry. I decide to start talking to him, because the  doctors say that he can here.
"Keegs? Are you okay? Just squeeze my hand, move your foot, something to let me know your still in there and fighting. Then I feel my hand tense up. But it's not me, it's him. He squeezed my hand. I look over at everyone else, but they are gone. Where did they go?
"Keegan, do you remember what I told you earlier?" I ask. "If you do,squeeze my hand twice."
He squeezes my hand once, then twice. He knows, and he's still fighting. I start to cry with happiness and just look at him. It's okay, it's okay to cry. Yes, cry. Cry.