<Chris's POV>

I reach Dally's phone. Dialing the memorized number, I call Soda.

"Hello?"

"Soda, it's Skyler, she is heading to the hospital," I say nervously.

"She cut again?"

"No, she woke up this morning sick as a dog, then she took a pregnancy test, it's positive by the way and then it got really bad so Dally called an ambulance and I need you to come and get me," I explain all at once. There is silence on the line and I begin to think he hung up.

"She's pregnant again?" I sigh.

"Ya, not so sure if that's good or bad yet," I say nervously.

"I'm on my way," he says quickly before hanging up. I place the phone back in its place and sit at the kitchen counter with my head heavy in my hands. Why can't everything be okay for once? It seems like it has been forever since we've had a break from all this havoc.

A few minutes later Soda shows up in Darry's truck. I jump in the passenger seat with Tibby in my arms and realize Steve is in the back. He starts driving along the memorized route to the hospital as we sit in silence. "So Skyler is pregnant?" Steve confirms. I sigh.

"Ya, but I total honesty I don't know if that's good thing, the two of them barely made it with one baby," I say disdainfully. The two of them think it over.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" Soda asks. I shrug.

"She could just be sick but I think it may have something to do with the heroine you know," I suggest. The two of them nod as we pull into the hospital. We walk together into the building and Soda talks to the girl at the desk. She has platinum blonde curls that reach just a over her shoulders and bright blue eyes. "Room number for Skyler Hills," he says. She scans her list then looks back up at us.

"Room 202," she says. We thank her and make our way to Skyler's room. When we arrive we just see Dallas standing in there. Skyler isn't in there.

"Dallas where is Skyler?" I ask with my voice dripping in worry. He smiles a little.

"She's just having some tests run on her like MRI's ultrasounds and stuff," he manages to choke out.

"Congrats I guess," Steve says. Dallas looks to him confused.

"For what?"

"Being a dad again," Steve explains. Dallas nods slowly and one end of his mouths perks up in a half smile for no more than a millisecond.

"Oh yeah, I almost forget cause Skyler was you know..." he says, trailing off a bit at the end. His voice tampers and I know he is trying not to cry. It's taking every shred of desire not to cry in him to keep his tear ducts in check. "Thanks I guess, I just hope both of them are okay," he says more to himself then us. Half an hour later Skyler is wheeled back into her room where we are waiting. She is helped into her bed and then we all just look at each other for a second before the doctor begins talking. With the simple rub of his forehead I know this isn't going to be good.

"Okay well, there are a number of things going on with Skyler right now," the doctor says. Skyler looks at her hands worried with flushed cheeks. "For one, she is much to skinny for a young woman of her age," the doctor starts. Clearly. I can count every bone in her body. Inform someone where each organ starts and stops. It's completely and unreasonable upsetting for not just
Skyler, but all of us and terribly unhealthy. "Weight gain is the first thing you will need, moving on you are pregnant, very early on though," he says.

"We already knew that one," Dally says not even looking up. He keeps his head down, his eyebrows causing his eyes to look black. Shadows blocking any shred of color that wants to shine through the darkness. Dally almost sounded annoyed with the doctor. I don't know whether it's because he is stating the obvious, taking to long to explain, or because Dallas just hates doctors. The doctor nods.

"Thirdly there is minor damage to your brain from the abuse of the drug heroine, the only way this will affect you is your ability to deal with stress and problems will not be very healthy," the man says. Skyler grabs the bridge of her nose like she is trying not to cry. Dallas takes her free hands and grabs it. "The last thing is bad news, you have a small tumor on your lungs, this means you have lung cancer," the doctor says glumly. I look at his name tag, Dr. Lewis. I feel like I'm going to be seeing this guy a lot. Skyler finally begins to weep in her hand and Dallas tries his damn hardest to hold it together. Steve has his head in his hands and his face is red with anger. Soda rubs my back as he knows I'm hurt. The first girl that ever really befriended me is knocking at deaths door. Why does everything happen to Skyler?

I just hold Tibby in my arms as she squirms uncomfortably in my arms. "Please Tibby, calm down," I beg, trying desperately not to cry.

"I'll give you some time to process this, I'll be back in a bit with some forms for you to sign Ms. Hills," Doctor Lewis says and then he slowly walks out of the room. 

"Tibby," Skyler mutters, "give me my girl god damn it," she demands while holding back tears. I walk away from Soda's grasp and hand Skyler her daughter. She squeezes the baby to her chest and let's a few tears drop down her face. I hear her mutter things under her breath like, I'm sorry baby girl, and I wish life wasn't so cruel. Now I begin to cry harder and Soda takes me out of the room.

<Dallas's POV>

I just watch her coddle our child. Soda and Chris walk out of the room and Steve soon follows with his hand in a tight fist and all of his tendons tense. Skyler refuses to let go of Tibby and I don't say anything about it. "Skyler," I start.

"Skyler Elizabeth," she corrects me through her light tears.

"Skyler Elizabeth, I just thought I would mention that we don't actually have the money to treat you," I say trying to get all the bad news out of the way. She nods with her eyes closed.

"I know, why do you think I'm saying my goodbyes," she says. So that's why she won't let go of Tibby.

"I never said that meant you were going to die, I'll come up with the money, somehow," I whisper. Skyler looks at me and smiles.

"You'll try, but soon you'll realize it's impossible," she says disdainfully. I shake my head.

"I'll sell our house and we'll move in with the Curtis's and I'll get a job, a good job, I'll have Pony and Johnny do fundraisers, I'm not going to let you go untreated," I vow. Skyler smiles sadly.

"You have so much hope, I wish I did to." It's now I realize Skylwr can only take one thing out of this situation. Her dying is causing me emotional hurt and stress, making her want to ease my share of the suffering. Little does she know all of her efforts will fail. I will not let the love of my life die.

A/N HOLY SHIT I HATE MYSELF. No but seriously I suck. I'm a terrible person and I'm not talking about wattpad, I just suck as a person. Why am I even talking. Oh well. I love you you guys, especially since you don't judge me.

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