Serving Chicago

Chapter 29: What if?

"Uh" Will wasn't sure how to answer that. He read out his hand and leant against the monitor, his voice barely a whisper as he moved closer to the other physician. "Are you sure?"

Dr Allyson hummed. "It's pretty clear Dr Halstead."

Will took a deep breath. "Can they?" He gestured to Mia and Jay, who were almost white.

Emilia's grip became stronger on Jay's hand, she was actually hurting him at the moment. The silent conversation was getting too much for her as a fresh tear escaped her eye.

"Sure they can" Dr Allyson nodded. With a flick of a switch she began to move the Doppler across Mia's abdomen.

There it was. A heartbeat.

Mia choked out a sob. Jay leant closer to her, tears of his own falling. Their baby was okay.
But something caught Emilia Frances' attention. And suddenly, she became panicked.

"The-the heartbeat- it's too quick. For a baby, Will, it's too quick!"

"Calm down Miss Frances" The other woman in the room tried to calm Mia down. "You panicking isn't going to help your babies"

"I'm a paramedic, god damn it. And it's Lieutenant. I'm on duty. I know when something's wrong" Emilia had gotten herself that riled up she hadn't even registered what Dr Allyson had said.

But Jay did. "Babies?" Jay was ready to pass out.

Dr Allyson smiled. "Yes Mr Halstead."

"Babies" Emilia echoed. "I'm having twins?" Her voice quiet. Almost scared.

Will nodded.

"But Mi- Lieutenant Frances. I'm concerned about your own personal health." Dr Allyson started. "Your job, it's too dangerous. I must warn if you continue to put your body through this much strain, then the viability of the foetus' becomes increasingly lower"

Emilia didn't know what to say. Or rather what didn't she want to say. "I don't think I woke up this morning with the intentions of being caught up in a hostage situation." Mia seethed slightly.

Will snickered. Typical Emilia Frances. Whilst Jay set a hard glare in her direction. Not because he was annoyed at her but rather because he was angered at the fact that a bunch of kids decided that beginning a hostage in a Firehouse was a good idea.

"Babe. Let's just. Let's get you better. We'll work all that out later." Jay's voice was soft. Caring.

"Your partner is right. My priority is you and your unborn children." Dr Allyson echoed Jay's words.

Emilia, though not impressed at all. Nodded her head. "So" she cleared her throat. She really didn't want to ask. "All the blood? The collapse? I may not have been pregnant before but I know for sure that isn't right."

"Loss of blood. That's common in young mothers, and with you carrying twins, it's increasingly more common. With the added trauma today, that didn't help either. From your notes it says that you also suffered from major trauma a couple of months ago. It's surprising that you were able to conceive, Miss Frances." Dr Allyson began.

Emilia was ready to protest and she would have continued if Jay hadn't rested his hand on her shoulder. "No. Listen babe." He was angry too. But right now. He just wanted to make sure Mia was okay.

Emilia slumped back. Her eyes continued to strain from the glare she gave the physician.

"And the loss of consciousness. A Gabriella Dawson, I think, mentioned severe morning sickness. It could have been as simple as dehydration. With your past medical conditions, my professional opinion is that you keep well rested and that means I'm going to admit you for the next few days."