Two's a Handful (Vic Fuentes - Sequel to Class Dismissed) ??

"I want to see my babies." I repeated sternly for like the fifth time. It had been two days since I had woken up in the hospital and still I hadn't seen them, or Vic for that matter. I had been assigned to talk to this stupid therapist about my 'traumatic experience' but honestly I was doing fine. . . I just wanted to see my damn kids and my boyfriend. Was that too much to ask?

"We need to talk about this, miss Sykes. You went through a very traumatic experience, as a woman and as a mother. We need to make sure that you aren't suffering from postpartum depression, it is not safe for yourself or your babies." The therapist once again explained. "There are cases in which, after the mother gives birth during such a traumatic experience, that the mother doesn't create that instant bond with the child. And that would be very problematic for the child's future."

"How do I know whether I have a bond with them or not if I haven't even seen them?!" I stated, almost going frantic by now. "I just. Want. To. See. Them." Not that putting extra emphasis on my words would help, but I did it anyways. It was the only way I wouldn't fly at her and wring her neck.

But she didn't even reply anymore. She simply sighed and left the room. Well that wasn't helpful at all.

Around midday, nurse Amy came into my room to check how I was doing. She made sure I was still getting enough painkillers and also brought me some lunch. "The hospital food is gnarly, as my son would call it, so I picked up something across the street." She said, handing me a brown paper bag.

I opened it up and found a delicious bacon, lettuce & tomato sandwich and a huge blueberry muffin inside. "That's so sweet of you Amy, thank you."

"Hey ma, I brought the—" I looked up to see who it was that just barged in and didn't finish his sentence. It was Andy. Naturally, since he said 'ma' and my kids weren't exactly big enough to be running in here and talking. Ugh I wanted to see them so bad. This place was really pissing me off. "Polaroid camera." He finally finished as he stared at me.

"Andrew, you can't just walk into a hospital room without knocking. You should've waited for me downstairs." Amy scolded him.

"Sorry, ma." Andy muttered apologetically.

"Okay, now that the camera is here, I can go sneak a peak at your beautiful babies and bring you back a picture of them. You go eat your lunch, and I'll be right back, okay sweetie?" Amy said, right before she snatched the camera from Andy's hands and left the room.

"Babies?" Andy questioned.

"Yeah. . . I um- I had twins just two days ago." I simply told him. "They're just refusing to letting me see them, so your mom is helping me out a little."

"I see." Andy then cleared his throat awkwardly. "Vic's, I assume? I mean, Vic is like, you know, the father?"

I simply nodded. "Hold on, aren't you supposed to be in New York right now?"

"Yeah, funny story." Andy then began as he started laughing. "It's really not all that great out there. So I dropped out. You made a good choice by staying here." He sure didn't have to tell me twice. I was more than happy that I didn't go to New York. I couldn't even imagine what it would've been like if I was there. Apart from the fact that I probably wouldn't have been in a hospital bed.

We talked for a little bit, updating each other on the past seven months, until Amy came back with the biggest smile on her face. She immediately ran over to me and shoved a picture into my hands. "That's them!" She practically squealed.

I looked down at the picture in my hands, seeing two little babies next to each other in two separate hospital cribs. One was hooked up to a machine and wearing a breathing mask, and I wondered why, but the thought quickly left my mind when I realized these two babies were my babies. And they were absolutely beautiful. They were both wearing yellow so I still couldn't tell what they were, but it didn't matter; I had fallen in love by the mere sight of them.

"They have his complexion." I noticed myself say out loud as a few tears escaped my eyes. Their hair was dark, almost black and their skin tone was tanned like Vic's. "I need to see him, please."

Amy nodded and looked back at Andy. "Be an angel and grab us a wheelchair." She told him. He nodded in understanding and left, only to come back moments later, shoving a wheelchair in front of him.

"Let's go find him." She then said as she ever so carefully started helping me out of the bed. I was still hooked up to pain medication, but that was all. No more machines and whatnot. Amy hung the bag off the handle of the wheelchair and made sure I was comfortably sitting in it.

After driving me around for what seemed like forever, passing the same halls lord only knows how many times, we finally found the room that Vic was in. Amy wheeled me inside next to his bed and then left me to be alone with him for a little bit.

For a while I just stared at him. He looked sort of peaceful as he lay there. It really just looked like he was sleeping, and that was a little comforting. Seeing the huge stitched up gash on the left side of his forehead broke my heart a little though. "I finally got to see them today, Vic." I whispered softly, trying not to cry. "Well, sort of, anyways. All I've seen is a picture. Here it is." I showed it to him, despite knowing that he couldn't see anything. . .

I sighed and carefully ran my fingers through his hair, holding his hand with my other one. "I miss you, Vic. I hope you'll wake up soon so we can go home with our little ones."

Something inside of me hoped that he would've woken up right then and there, but that was just ridiculous. That only happened in the movies.

Eventually I started crying again, thinking about what doctor Urie had told me about his possible memory loss. "I need you to wake up, Vic. I need you with me. The babies need you. How am I supposed to live without you? You know I can't do that. You promised me you'd never leave my side remember? Do you remember? Please remember us. Please, Vic." I dug my head into his chest as I sobbed. All of this was so fucked up.

I just sat there and cried for a while, repeating my words in a almost incoherent blubber. Until I suddenly felt something. I moved up, feeling Vic's hand twitch a little. I looked down at them and saw how he shakily moved his hand, doing something that looked an awful lot like sticking out his pinky.

I gasped and exhaled a deep sigh of relief, knowing exactly what it meant. Or at least, knowing what it meant to me. I finally smiled as tears continued to run down my face, lacing my pinky with his, just like before in the restaurant. The promise. I smiled and looked up to him. He was still unconscious, but I knew that he was there. My Vic was right there. And he remembered.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to take you back to your room." Amy whispered, standing in the opening of the door.

I looked at her and nodded, quickly wiping my tears away. "Alright." I told her, and then turned back to Vic for a moment. I placed the photo I had underneath his hand, making sure he would be holding it. "I want this to be the first thing you look at when you wake up." I softly whispered to him before I kissed his temple. "I love you."

Amy then took hold of the wheelchair and wheeled me out of the room, back towards my own. But this time I went back in there with a sense of hope. I was certain at that point that Vic didn't have any memory loss. All it was now was wait for him to wake up so we could finally go home and be a family.