How did he get himself talked into these things? Henry wanted to go home. But he was confined here.
As if they'd know what was going on with him.
According to the doctor, maybe this had nothing to do with epilepsy. Maybe he stopped breathing at night.
Of course, he felt a bit shell shocked. Obviously, freaked. It was enough to give him a headache. Oh, he had one of those, already.
His teeth clenched.
He just knew Josie was furious with him. He'd just let her drop him off. He wouldn't even let her come with him to the floor of the sleep study. They were serious about this. And he was afraid she'd stay the night, in the hallway, waiting for him.
"Now, go get something good to eat, and rest." He told her. "I promise I'll call tomorrow morning."
They'd said their goodbye at the hospital drive through. Naturally, they'd hugged each other so, you would have thought he was off to the North Pole.
It was only one night. He kept reminding himself. But the thought of not breathing, made him panic.
They were ready to hook him up to all those monitors. He felt as if he might become a cyborg.
Henry paced. He couldn't sit still.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He hurried as if he would not be a bother. But then he couldn't pee when he got there. He sighed as if this was the worst possible night ever. Finally, he decided he needed to get it over with. He was at the hospital, after all.
Josie didn't think this was necessary, but Xander didn't take no for an answer. He ushered her into the emergency room, and asked for a wheel chair, right away.
She promised the nurse she could stand on her own two feet, but she thought her lower back might buckle.
This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be. She made a face of distress. Next thing she knew they had her in a room and were taking her vitals.
No one was here tonight. It felt weird to be in the emergency room. Of course, the nurse, went right away to get a doctor.
She looked at Xander.
Xander looked at her.
However, the doctor arrived way to pretty and young to know anything about emergencies. But he was wearing a white coat and checked her chart.
"What have YOU been eating?" He wanted to know.
"I dunno. I just eat..when..when I'm hungry." She looked at him as if he wasn't suppose to question her eating habits.
"You're blood pressure is high. Not extremely, but you know what you have to do, right?" His smile was quick. He looked to Xander. "Don't let her have fast food, OK?"
"Uh..well..um..I can't..I'm..I'm just her neighbor." Xander started.
Josie only smirked. She'd never seen Xander ramble so, about how he wasn't the father of the baby. He was only a friend. Xander could hardly put a sentence together.
The doctor left.
"OH. MY. GOD, I hope he doesn't deliver the baby." She shuddered to think of him actually seeing her pregnant stomach.
"What! You're having the baby! You can't have the baby..not yet." Xander looked as if he might be in tears. His face was full of anguish.
"I'm not gonna have the baby.Not yet." She rose up on her elbows. Xander, came closer, because she was barely whispering. She grabbed his jacket and brought him, even closer. "That guy! Isn't he cute?"
"What?" He winced hard, as if this was no time to be making remarks about the doctor.
"I think he likes you." She smiled as if she wasn't having any pains, what so ever.
Xander winced with a sigh. He shook his head, no.
The doctor was back with someone and a machine. Josie and the baby needed a stress test.