Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. What am I going to do?

"Ashley? Hun, are you okay?" Gerard called from the other side of the door.

"Go away!" I yelled, pacing in the room.

Ray had left to get Victoria, Mikey, and Gram. I am fucked.

"Ashy? You okay?" Said another voice.

"Shut up Frank!"

I was freaking the fuck out. I wanted a daughter but what! I am pretty sure I am dead. Can't have a kid, cant have a kid, cant have a kid.

I was feeling a little faint and I sat down and imeaditly fell asleep.

In my sleep, I heard Gerard open the door and sit behind me.

"Something is wrong with her." He whispered to Frank.

"You dont say?" Frank laughed.

"I'm fucking serious! I think she may be sick, like sick sick."

And then nothing.