Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 25-In The Wrong Time and Wrong Place

A/N: I just like the picture above. No real relevance to the story, but both John and Josh look great here. I would suspect this is around the time they made Shadows Collide With People. John's POV and voice make an appearance again, so keep reading

Aaron shows up within what seems like seconds, and he and Sophia support me on each side to help me to the car. I groan with pain, but not too loudly. I have to stay brave for my little girl. I can't let her see me like this.

We pull into the ER and Aaron drops me with Sophia at the entrance, with a hurried explanation to the triage outside, "my daughter's mom is having abdominal pain and it's really bad, please.." They put me in a wheelchair and rush me away into the main ER while he goes to find parking.

I ramble on about how I have a history of kidney stones and that's all this is and they might as well give me some Morphine and do a CT Scan to make sure there is no blockage. I tell them that I'm in the medical profession and I know EXACTLY what's going on. I know it is much worse, but lie because there is no use in scaring my daughter

"We'll need you to give a urine sample first, then I'll get the doctor to get you some IV fluids and pain meds while we figure out what's going on, OK?" the kind nurse says.

"But what about my insurance? I haven't changed it since we moved down here. I don't think I'm covered.. Please.." I beg. She cuts me off..

"Look, your husband brought you in here for a reason, don't worry about that, if you can make it down the hall to the bathroom for the sample, just go, if not, I will help you!"

I tell her I can manage, and hobble down the hall, still hurting like hell, but I can still walk. This is ridiculous. I hope this is just the damn stone again and I'm not overthinking this. I leave the urine sample in the receptacle, and head back to my bed, where I collapse in pain, feeling exhausted.

"The lab will run the urine sample really quickly, and I've already gotten orders for the IV Normal Saline and Morphine, Ellie (they call everyone by their first name in the hospital)! Don't worry, they are on their way. We're going to take good care of your mom, sweetie," she hugs a distraught Sophia.

A few minutes, the surgical resident comes in, "Mrs. Quin.." I interrupt him, "that's not my name, that's my ex's and my daughter's last name!" "I'm so sorry," he apologizes. "I need to do a bedside ultrasound. How long have you had this pain?"

"About 2 weeks, but it got really horrible today," I mumble. "Do what you have to do, I don't care." I growl at him weakly. I feel the ultrasound gel than probe in my right lower quadrant. Immediately, I see him look at the picture and frown. I hear a sound I never wanted to again. A heartbeat. The nurse comes in during the ultrasound and hangs the fluids and Morphine, which causes me to feel sleepy.

"Um, I need to get my attending. Please excuse me," the resident says, with a grim look on his face. I already know what the attending will have to say. And it will kill me if they don't operate. But I can't tell Sophie this. Aaron has returned, looking sweaty and overwhelmed. "Ellie, what's going on?! Please tell me this is just a stone!"

"Do you want me to call your boyfriend?" "Mom, please give me the code so I can call Greg, please!" Sophie begs. "OK, it's like an hourglass, honey, like this," I demonstrate the shape. She frowns and begins to work on it, but appears to be able to get in.

"Hello, Dr. Ellie, I'm Dr. Rodriguez. It's nice to meet you, although I wish it were under better circumstances. Is this your husband and daughter? Can we talk with them present? I have to ask permission.."

By this time, I'm fading fast, yet, increasingly irritable, "of course, say what you have to say, for God's sake!"

Dr. Rodriguez looks concerned, "I'll just tell you outright then. You have a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. You must be at least 8 weeks pregnant. We need to get you.." I interrupt, angry at him confirming my suspicions, angry at myself for letting this happen.