Bora Bora Baby

I Swear, Anni-Frid Lyngstad

"Oh my gosh," Agnetha said in horror. "We need to take her somewhere!" Agnetha was shaking. Frida had just passed out cold.

"Mom, Frida," Peter was pleading. "Please wake up!"

"Oh my gosh! I swear Anni-Frid Lyngstad!"

"Frida!" There was a panic in the house. They were trying their best to wake her up.

"Peter you need to go get your sister, and pack an overnight bag for Frida. You know where her hair and tooth brush are. We will leave as soon as I get Frida in the car. I'm about to pull it up to the Front door right now. I'm going to need your help carrying her out to the car."

"Well some people would like to randomly hear that."

"Oh just shut up and get Helene!" With that Peter got Helene. "Shit, Frida wake up!" She was shaking her. "Frida!" Agnetha slipped some curse words to herself as she tried to wake her up. Frida woke up crying.

"I don't wanna die," she cried repeatedly.

"Oh my gosh Frida! You won't die! It's okay we are taking you to the hospital."

"Where is Peter? Where is Benny? Where is Helene and Lotta and Hans?" Frida was questioning, crying horribly.

"Frida, calm down. Remember Benny is in Sweden and Peter is getting Helene upstairs and Lotta and Hans are with their father. They aren't here."

"Are my babies okay?" She cried. "I need to make sure they are okay!" She couldn't stop crying, and said again, "I don't wanna die!"

"Frida your babies are fine, it is you we were worried about."

"I am gonna die?"

"No sweetheart! You will be okay! We need to get you to the hospital." Agnetha stood up and shouted up the stairs, "Peter hurry up!"

"I'm coming, Anna!" He yelled as he rushed downstairs, followed by Helene. "Oh my gosh Frida," Peter said as he set down the bags and ran over to her. "It's gonna be okay," He said as he hugged her.

"No Peter I'm going to die! Where are Lotta and Hans? I need to make sure my babies are okay!" She cried again.

"Frida, calm down your children are okay. We are going to take you to the hospital now, okay?"

"Okay," she sniffed.

"Let me help you up," Peter said as he reached out a hand.

—At the Hospital—

Frida lay on the examining table, crying about Hans, Lotta and Benny. Peter was holding her hand as well as Agnetha. Helene was standing at her feet, watching her lay there and cry. The doctor came in and checked everything. "Well, Miss Faltskog, it looks like Frida here has passed out of shock and stress. We will have her stay here for a bit, about the next 24 hours for safety and other reasons."

"Are her babies okay?" Agnetha asked the doctor. "Because she is pregnant with twins and we need to make sure they are okay."