Suddenly

Hospital

Hannah's first thoughts as she awoke slowly to the bright sun streaming into the room through her blinds was that it was going to be a beautiful day. She sighed contently buried her head further into her pillow.

Wait.

That wasn't a pillow.

Her bleary, sleep filled eyes snapped open to find herself faced with a mess of blonde hair.

Wha?

Then her mind cleared and last night came flooding back. She slowly pulled her arm from around Grace's waist, and gently touched her forehead.

She seemed hotter than last night.

Hannah maneuvered herself to a sitting position, she could tell Grace was awfully sweaty in her feverish state. Her blonde hair was practically plastered to her red forehead and cheeks.

"Don't panic, don't panic." Hannah tried to calm herself.

She shook Grace lightly, her only response was a slight moan.

Panic bloomed in Hannah's chest. This wasn't good.

Grace seemed much worse than last night. This couldn't be good for her or the baby. She needed to get her to a hospital, and fast.

"Come on, Gracie, wake up."

Grace's eyes half opened. They were glassy and unfocused. She mumbled something incomprehensible.

Without missing another second, Hannah grabbed her phone and dialed Mamrie. She wasn't sure what time it was, but she needed to get Grace to the hospital.

The redhead answered sleepily, but was quickly lucid as Hannah frantically explained the situation.

"Do indeed to call an ambulance?" Hannah asked, she kept checking and trying to wake Grace fully, still nothing. She wasn't sure if she could fully carry her out to the car.

"I'm coming Hannah, I'm pulling in the driveway." Mamrie had broken probably every traffic law getting to Grace's. She felt bad for what had happened yesterday and slightly blamed herself for this.

What seemed like an eternity later, but was probably only a minute, Mamrie appeared beside Hannah.

"Grace? Honey we need you to wake up for us." Mamrie said softly, with a slight edge of panic in her voice as she lightly tapped Grace's cheek.

The blonde groaned. "Mame?" She slurred. "Not feel good." She leaned her burning head into Mamrie's cool hand, it felt nice.

"I know honey, but we need to get up and go to the hospital."

"Spital?" Grace asked, she gave a small chuckled at how silly the word sounded.

Mamrie and Hannah exchanged looks, she was a bit delirious by this point.

"Honey, if you can't walk, we will call an ambulance." Mamrie warned her.

Grace opened one eye a bit further, then nodded. "Don't wanna bulance."

The two girls nodded. "Then we need to get up."

Grace made a move to lift herself from the bed, she failed miserably and fell back into Hannah's arms. From down the hall, Ayla began crying for attention.

"Ayla." Grace whispered, mostly to herself. She knew she needed to go get the little girl. Ayla hated staying in her crib long after waking. Maybe the two of them could go get breakfast.

"Don't worry about her, she is fine. We need to get you in the car, then I will get you to the hospital and Mamrie will get her ready."

Grace looked up at Hannah with a pout. She didn't want to go to the hospital, they would poke her with needles and make her feel worse than she already did.

She made a move to lay back down.

"Oh no you don't!" Hannah said as lifted her back up into a sitting position. "Either you get up, or I get the ambulance."

Grace buried her head in Hannah's shirt, her head hurt and she just wanted to go back to sleep. "Please, Han."

Hannah felt her heart squeeze at the sound of Grace's pleading voice. In one swift motion, she stood from the bed and swooped Grace into her arms.

"Hannah!" Mamrie chastised. "You are going to hurt yourself!"

The shorter blonde shook her head. "We don't have time to sit around. I want to figure out with is wrong with her and get her feeling better. Get A and meet us at the hospital."

Mamrie said nothing else, she watched as Hannah seemed to effortlessly carry a half conscious Grace out of the apartment.

The wails of little Ayla brought her back to attention.

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A half hour later, Mamrie and Ayla arrived at Grace's tiny Emergency department room to find Hannah arguing with a young doctor.

"Well figure it out! She is twelve weeks pregnant. This fever can't be good for her or that baby!" She snapped angrily.

Mamrie had never seen Hannah so angry. She was usually calm and collected, of course it would be her fierce protectiveness over Grace to set her off.

Grace looked slightly more awake on the bed. She looked a little grey and incredibly tired.

"As soon as we can get an IV in her, we can get her down to CT." The doctor tried to remain calm, but Mamrie could tell he was getting a little frustrated. "She is extremely dehydrated, that makes it more difficult to hit the veins just right. Our nurses have a strict 'two stick' policy as to not torture our patients. Surely you wouldn't want that?"

Hannah huffed in defeat, of course she didn't want that. She had already watched three nurses poke Grace in hopes of hitting a vein. Some almost made it, but got no blood return. She had held Grace's hand through every whimper that accompanied the jabs, it was hard, but it was part of figuring this out.

"We understand, Doc, just get your best nurse in here." Mamrie told him gently.

He looked mildly relieved to see another, calmer person enter the room. With a quick nod of his head, he left to send in the next nurse.

Once the doctor had left, Mamrie rounded on Hannah.

"Honey, you can't just accost the staff, they are trying."

She watched as Hannah ran a shaky hand through her hair. She understood that she was freaked out, hell, so was Mamrie. But right now, rushing the staff would get them nowhere fast.

"I'm just worried." Hannah's eyes filled with tears.

Mamrie reached out with her free arm and put it around Hannah's shoulders. "Hey, kid, she is going to be fine."