tw: self harm and attempted suicide

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Hannah chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she leaned in the doorway of Frank's room, her fingers playing with the skirt of her diner uniform, watching her mother lying on the bed and staring at wall, no emotions crossing her eyes.

"Let me know if you need anything, mom." The redhead muttered loud enough so that Monica could hear her, but that she wouldn't be too disturbed.

She waited until she heard the small grunt pass from the blonde woman's lips before she left her alone and went down to the kitchen, passing Debbie on the way, the younger girl holding a plate of food.

When she came into the kitchen, Hannah saw Fiona moving around the room and picking up all the stuff Grammy had bought for them all, "Fi, I know we have to sell the stuff Grammy got, but my uniform and textbooks-"

"That's different, Han," Fiona reassured the girl, "And thanks for giving up your iPad so willingly. I know you've always wanted your own."

Hannah shrugged, "And I will someday."

The brunette smiled at her sister, kissing her head before turning to the other Gallaghers in the room, "What else did Grammy buy you guys?" She asked as Hannah gently took the tablet out of Liam's hands, which made him pout, "Sorry, buddy, gotta sell everything." Fiona told the boy, lightly rubbing his head as Debbie came down the stairs.

"Won't get out." Debbie frowned.

"I know what I want for Christmas." Carl spoke up with a grin as he was reading form a magazine.

"I told you not to go. Leave her alone." Fiona told Debbie.

"How's she gonna eat?" Debbie asked.

Hannah rested a hand on her younger sister's shoulder, "She'll get something to eat when she feels hungry, Debs."

"An AR15 rifle." Carl grinned widely, that sadistic look back in his eyes.

"She'll figure it out," Fiona told Debbie before giving Carl a hard look, "No one's buying a rifle. Don't you buy him one for Christmas." She sternly told Hannah.

"Maybe a BB gun." Hannah whispered to Carl who high-fived her.

"Is something wrong with her?" Debbie asked as Fiona grabbed another new toy to sell, "She hasn't gotten out of bed in days."

"It's what she does." Fiona sighed.

"What is?" Debbie wondered.

"Little Hank has a rifle." Carl said.

Fiona raised an eyebrow at the boy, "Little Hank's being raised by wolves."

"Mom's bipolar, Debs." Ian told her.

Debbie's eyebrows creased in confusion, "So like the north and south pole?"

"Sort of." Ian nodded.

"Yeah, one day she can be top of the world, and the next the depression part hits and she has no motivation for anything," Hannah shrugged with a small frown, "And she doesn't take her meds, so that makes it extra bad."

"What can we do to help?" Debbie asked.

"Not much," Fiona shook her head, "Just wait it out."

"For how long?"

"Until she snaps out of it," Fiona said, "Which she always does. It just takes time."

"I wish Lip were here," Debbie said with a deep frown, "You should call him. He'll know what to do."

"There's nothing to do, Debs. It is what it is." Fiona sighed.

Hannah frowned at the look on her little sister's face, wrapping Debbie in a hug and sharing a look with Ian, Hannah giving him a small shrug and a nod.

"Well," Ian said, grabbing the plate of toast and a cup of coffee, "I'll see if I can get her up."

"Ian, don't!" Fiona called after the redhead, who was already halfway up the stairs, making the eldest Gallagher sibling let out a heavy sigh.

"I've gotta head to work," Hannah said, shrugging on her denim jacket, "You guys gonna be okay?"

Fiona nodded, "Yeah. You have a good shift."

"Okay." Hannah nodded, placing a soft kiss on the top of Debbie, Carl and Liam's heads before heading out of the house with her skateboard tucked under her arm.

―

Fiona sent Hannah a smile as the redhead entered the house after her shift, draping her jacket over the couch along with her skateboard, "How was your shift?"

"I just love the lunch shifts over the holiday period." Hannah grinned, chucking a large handful of bills onto the counter.

"Holy fuck," Fiona chuckled, high fiving her sister, "How much you get in tips today?"

"About two hundred," Hannah shrugged, "Put it towards the bills, please."

Fiona smiled, "Okay."

Hannah raised an eyebrow at the empty spam tins on the counter and the suspicious meat shaped like a turkey next to it, "What we got here?"

"Well, we can't afford a turkey." Fiona shrugged.

"Ah, spurkey," Hannah nodded as Debbie came through the backdoor, "Nice."

"Hi, Fiona," The girl shivered as she shrugged off her coat, "Hey, Hannah."

"Hey, Debs." Fiona said.

"Jesus, you're filthy." Hannah noted, making Fiona look over at her youngest sister.

"Go take a shower." Fiona told her.

"Carl, I took down half the pool. You do the rest!" Debbie shouted up the stairs, before noticing the carving that Fiona was doing, "Guess we're not having turkey tomorrow."

"Too expensive. Gotta use pawn money for the bills," Fiona shook her head, "But it kind of looks like a turkey."

Debbie nodded in approval, "Yeah, it's pretty good."

Hannah threw her hands up in the air, "Spurkey!"

"This smells good." Debbie said, gesturing over to the pie on top of the oven.

"Selling those to Mrs. Campbell on Western, twenty bucks a pop." Fiona told her.

"Nice." Hannah nodded.

"So I'm not worried I have depression anymore." Debbie spoke up.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, "Wait, what?"

"Why?" Fiona asked, taking another pie out of the oven, "What happened?"

"Talked to Conrad," Debbie said, "He says depression usually skips a generation."

"Conrad?" Fiona asked.

"Cooky Conrad?" Hannah wondered.

Debbie nodded, "The homeless guy in our pool."

Fiona wasn't sure how to respond, "Okay."

"And even if it doesn't skip a generation, it usually only runs in twenty percent of the family." Debbie said, walking over to the stairs.

"One in five," Fiona shrugged, "Those are okay odds."

"Way I figure it, it's gonna be Lip. He's halfway there as it is," Debbie said as she started to walk up the stairs, "Probably shouldn't have kicked him out."

Fiona sighed as Debbie left the room, glancing over at Hannah. The redhead sent her older sister a small smile as she handed Fiona her phone before following Debbie up the stairs.

―

Hannah and Elodie let out shrieks as they skidded across the wooden floor of the latter's bedroom, the fluffy socks they had bought earlier sending them further than they intended.

"Okay, you're gonna kill me." Hannah chuckled as she reached out her arm to hold Elodie, steadying them both.

"Oh drats, you've found out our plan." Adam laughed as he came into his sister's room, reaching out to turn the stereo down, Taylor Swift's voice becoming quieter in the background.

Hannah let out a small laugh, "I'd like to see you two try."

The three smiled at each other when there was a light knock on the doorway of Elodie's room, the teenagers turning to see Mark popping his head into the room, "Dinner in five minutes." He told them before walking away.

"So, remind me why your parents want me here tomorrow morning?" Hannah said, flopping down onto her best friend's bed.

"We have traditions on Thanksgiving." Adam shrugged.

"Yeah, we wanted you to join us this year." Elodie nodded.

Hannah raised an eyebrow with a small smile, "You did."

Elodie took her hand, "Of course we did."

―

"This is too early." Hannah groaned as she made her way down the stairs of the Cuthbert's house with the family.

"It's only seven o'clock." Sally smiled.

Hannah gave the woman a look, "Exactly."

Sally only smiled, wrapping an arm around the girl as they made their way into the living room, the family sitting in a circle in the middle of it, leaving Hannah standing awkwardly near them.

"Come on," Elodie said, gently taking Hannah's hand and lightly pulling her to sit in between her and Adam, "I told you we had some traditions."

"For the past seventy three years, the first thing my family do every Thanksgiving morning is sit in a circle and tell everyone what we're thankful for." Sally told her.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, "Seventy three years?"

"It's called a tradition for a reason." Mark said with a smile as the family held hands in the circle the twins smiling at the redhead as they took her hands.

"This isn't where you guys tell me that you're actually a cult, is it?" Hannah asked, making everyone chuckle.

"Who's first?" Adam asked.

"I'll go," Mark said, "I'm thankful for my family and how close we are. As you know, I've not got a good relationship with my parents," He started, making Hannah look over at him, eyebrows furrowed, "And I'd always assumed that would mean that I would follow in their footsteps. But none of you have let me do that. So, I'm thankful for the love of everyone in this room, and thank you for letting me love you all."

Sally smiled at her husband, kissing the back of his hand before she started to speak, "I'm thankful for Hannah," She said, making the said girl's eyes widen, "You've been there for my children for this past year and I can't thank you enough for that. The twins have never had many friends growing up."

"Thank, mom." Adam nodded.

"But that's what you've been for them," Sally continued, ignoring her son, "Despite your different backgrounds, you've been able to find a connection that can't be compared. You've shown each other different parts of your lives, whether that be swear words or traditions."

Everyone chuckled as Hannah smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry about that."

"So, thank you, Hannah," Sally smiled at the girl, "You're a part of this family. Whether you know that or not."

The redhead let go of Elodie's hand to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen before she gripped the brunette girl's hand again, "Always."

Heads turned to Adam, who's tongue ran over his bottom lip as he thought of what to say, "I'm thankful for the life that you have given us," He told his parents, "If there's anything I've learned over this past year, it's that we're so incredibly lucky. Not every family are an actual family," He said, squeezing Hannah's hand, "You enable and support us with everything we do and you love us unconditionally. Without you two, we wouldn't be who we are today. So thank you."

"I'm thankful for you two, as well," Elodie agreed, "And of course you, Adam. And definitely Hannah. I've spent the past fifteen years asking myself who I am, and I've think I've finally figured it out. And I'm thankful that you all make me comfortable enough to know I'll be loved and supported when I tell you that I'm gay." She revealed, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, tightly squeezing Hannah's hand as she waited for reactions from her family.

"That's what you weren't telling me!" Adam exclaimed, turning to the two girls on his right side.

"Well, it was kind of a secret." Hannah shrugged with a smile.

Elodie glanced over at her parents, who both smiled at her.

"Of course, we love and support you." Mark nodded, squeezing his daughter's hand.

"I've known since you were four, but what your father said." Sally smiled.

Elodie stared at the woman, "You knew?"

"Of course I did, I'm your mother. And you're not as subtle as you think you are." Sally told her, making everyone chuckle.

The Cuthberts then turned to look at Hannah, who noticed their stares, "Oh, you want me to go?"

Mark smiled at the girl, "You're part of our family, Hannah. If you're comfortable, then you can go, but we won't force you."

Hannah swallowed thickly, adjusting the way she was sitting, "Okay. Um, I've never been great with words." She chuckled.

Adam turned to look at her, "You're a writer."

"I understand the irony," Hannah nodded with a smile, before running her tongue over her bottom lip before she spoke up, "I have two parents, Frank and Monica. Parents, not a mother and father. I've never known the embrace of a mother after a long night of bad dreams or learned how to do my hair. I've never made a pillow thought with my dad that he'd remember the next day. I've known sibling love and I've been learning friendship love, but the love of parents is something I don't think I've ever had. Until now," She said, glancing up at her best friend's parents, "You've taught me what that's like, so thank you, because it's really, really nice."

Sally sniffed as she wiped away a tear, "And you say you aren't good with words. You're apart of this family, Hannah. And we're all very happy to have you."

The Gallagher girl glanced around at each of the Cuthberts in turn, earning nods and smiles from them all.

"Right, let's move on before we're all crying," Mark laughed, everyone joining in as he reached behind the couch, pulling out three neatly wrapped boxes and handing one to each of the teenagers across from him and his wife, "After we have our little cult circle, the parents give our children presents and then we have a large stack of pancakes for breakfast."

Hannah's fingers danced over the bow on the box in front of her, "Pancakes?"

Sally nodded, "With all the toppings you could ask for."

"Now pancakes I can get behind." Hannah nodded, everyone laughing as the kids opened their presents.

―

"Looks like I'm not the only one who had a sleepover." Hannah commented as she walked past JimmySteve, who was asleep on their couch.

"Hey, you're back," Fiona smiled as Debbie ran up to Hannah, hugging her and placing a turkey hat on her head, "How was it?"

"Uh, it was something," Hannah nodded, "I'll be right back." She said, running up the stairs and into her and Debbie's room, dumping her bag on their bed.

The redhead smiled as she reached into her backpack and pulling out a box, her fingers running over the image on top of it, before shoving her new laptop back in her bag and re-joining her family downstairs and seeing JimmySteve now awake and grabbing himself a cup of coffee.

"You back now then, JimmySteve?" Hannah asked the man.

"Seems so," JimmySteve nodded, handing her a cup, "And as we've just discussed, it's Jimmy now."

"Still gonna call you JimmySteve."

"Didn't expect anything less."

"And I'm gonna Call you Jimmy, pillow drooler." Kevin grinned.

Jimmy's face fell, "Shut the fuck up. I do not."

"No, I swear to God. This is you, buh." Kevin laughed, taking a sip of his beer and letting it fall out of his mouth making everyone laugh.

"What are you doing over there?" Jimmy asked Kevin.

"Changing the subject." Hannah hummed as she hugged Debbie from behind.

"What's it look like?" Kevin smirked, "Plucking a bald eagle."

Both Hannah and Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Carl shot it in the yard." Fiona told them.

"With what?" Jimmy asked, making Carl show them the gun he used, pretending to blow smoke away from the end of it.

"Nice shot, Asswipe." Hannah chuckled, high-fiving him.

"That's against the law." Jimmy said, having the opposite reaction to Hannah.

"I gave him a lecture." Fiona said.

"And took out the bullets." Veronica added.

"Gonna let me shoot it sometime?" Hannah asked him.

"Anything for my favourite sister." Carl grinned, making the redhead hug him.

"Says there was a rerelease program in the Michigan Peninsula," Debbie said from where she was with the laptop, "Let out ten bald eagles raised in the Detroit Zoo into the wild."

"And one of them came to me last night." Carl grinned, Hannah resting an elbow on top of his head.

"There is something on his leg." Kevin noted.

"That's a tracking device," Debbie said, "That way they can monitor where it nests."

"So somebody knows we have it?" Fiona asked.

Debbie nodded, "Probably."

"It must've hurt, huh, buddy?" Kevin said to the eagle.

"Got him on my first shot." Carl said, mimicking shooting the gun.

"Says tampering with a bald eagle tracker is punishable by law." Debbie read out.

Kevin took the meat cleaver and chopped the eagle's foot - and the tracker - off, "Problem solved. Here, Carl. Get rid of the evidence." He said, chucking the limb to the boy, who waved it in Debbie's face.

"Tsch!"

"Ew!"

"Guess we can save this for the weekend." Fiona said, picking up the spurkey.

"Why? What are we having for Thanksgiving?" Jimmy asked, Fiona, Veronica, Hannah and Kevin - who was holding up the shot bird - all turned to him with a smile. Jimmy's face dropped once again, "No, no, no."

"It's just like the pilgrims intended." Kevin said, looking at the eagle in awe.

―

Two hours later, the bald eagle was stuffed and Hannah, Debbie, Carl, Fiona and Veronica were looking over it.

"Didn't take much stuffing." Debbie said, making Hannah have to stifle a laugh, Fiona elbowing her in the side.

"How long we supposed to cook it for?" Fiona asked.

Fiona shrugged, "Twenty minutes a pound for turkey."

The backdoor then opened and Jimmy entered the kitchen with a newly bought turkey over his shoulder, "We are not having bald eagle for Thanksgiving. Here." He said, slamming it down onto the counter.

"Now that, we can stuff good." Hannah smirked, high-fiving Veronica.

"Whoa. This thing's huge." Carl marvelled.

Jimmy gave the boy a smile, "You're welcome, Tiny Tim."

"What to do with this?" Veronica asked, gesturing to the eagle.

Fiona shrugged, "Toss it?"

"Awe." Hannah pouted.

"Hell, no," Kevin told them, entering the kitchen, "Hunt it, kill it, eat it. The hunter's code. There's no way we're gonna let the most sacred symbol of American freedom and individual liberty go to waste," He said, picking up the eagle and admiring it, "I'll put it in the freezer."

Hannah smiled up at Jimmy, "Nice one, Jimmy," She said, looking over at the happy faces of her younger siblings, "Thank you."

―

Hannah ruffled Carl's hair as she walked past the boy who perched on top of the washer as she made her way into the living room to help set the table.

"Should I set a place for Lip?" Debbie asked her and Veronica.

The two shared a look, Hannah nodding as Veronica said, "Sure, Sweetie."

"You better not have started without me." Frank said as he came through the backdoor, a draw full of drugs in his arms, which he put on the counter.

Fiona raised an eyebrow, "Frank?"

"Daddy." Debbie grinned.

"You gonna come to dinner?" Carl asked.

"Of course I am, son. And so is your mother." Frank said, taking out one of the pots of drugs and a beer and walking into the living room.

"Lithium?" Fiona asked.

Frank crouched in front of the curtain under the stairs, "Moni, I got your medications." He said, Monica's arm popping out behind the curtain to take the medication.

Carl's eyebrow raised, "Mom's under the stairs?"

Hannah cocked her head to the side, "What the fuck?"

"How long has she been there?" Fiona asked.

"Here you go, sweetheart. Here's your candy," Frank coaxed his wife, "That should do it." He told his kids.

Fiona sighed, "Get out of there," She said, reaching in and literally having to drag her mother out from under the stairs, "Get out of there."

"No, Fiona. No."

"Come on out. Come on. Get out of there. Come on."

"I look a mess." Monica blubbered as Fiona and Frank helped her stand up.

"No. No, you do not. You look beautiful," Frank assured her, turning to his children, "Doesn't she look beautiful, kids?"

Debbie nodded, "You look great."

Hannah smiled at her slightly, "You look beautiful, mom."

"Yeah." Frank nodded.

Fiona wiped away one of her mother's tears, "You're not spending Thanksgiving under the stairs," She told the woman, "Debs, set a place for Monica. We're all having dinner. With the kids at the table." Fiona told everyone.

"That's right. You're gonna sit right here," Frank nodded, guiding Monica to a chair, "Well, then, Happy Thanksgiving," He said, gaining no response, "Happy Thanksgiving!" He tried again, earning half-hearted responses.

Hannah guided Debbie to her chair, kissing the top of Monica's head as they passed her, "Happy Thanksgiving, mom." She whispered.

―

"Here we go." Kevin grinned, coming out of the kitchen and into the living room, holding a beautifully cooked turkey, everyone cheering as he placed it on the table.

"Good job, baby." Veronica told him.

Kevin rubbed his hands together, "Can't wait to get that turkey in me."

Hannah let out a snort, "That's what she said."

"Ayo!" Kevin laughed, the pair reaching over the table to high-five.

"All right, let's eat." Frank said as Carl reached out for the turkey.

"Uh!" Veronica slapped the boy's hand away, "We haven't said grace yet.

Frank held his hand up, "I'll say it. I'll say the grace. Hold hands," He instructed, everyone doing so, "Dear Lord, thank you for this food that we're about to eat. Thank you for bringing my Monica back to me. And please make my brother Clayton burn in hell for all eternity when the time comes. Amen."

The family eyed each other, before nodding, "Amen."

"Pass the stuff around."

"Who wants a biscuit?"

"I want some."

"Sweet potato?" Hannah asked Debbie, who was sat next to her.

"Yes please." The girl nodded as he sister dished spoonfuls onto both of their plates.

"You gonna carve the turkey? I'm starving." Fiona asked Kevin, who was holding up the knives.

"I'm carving. I am the man of the house." Frank decided, moving around the table to stanf by the bird.

Monica stood up, muttering to Ian, "I'm gonna go wash my hands."

Ian nodded, "All right."

"Fiona, is Lip coming?" Debbie asked.

"Want me to call him?" Jimmy asked from the other side of Hannah.

Yeah." Debbie nodded.

"He knows what time we're eating," Fiona shrugged, stopping Jimmy from calling her brother, "Mashed potatoes, please."

"Who likes dark meat?" Frank asked as he carved.

Carl's hand shot up, "Me."

"Me too," Kevin nodded, "And in my turkey also." He added, sharing a laugh with Hannah as the rest of the family rolled their eyes.

"Eww."

There was then a knock on the door and Debbie stood up, "I invited Conrad. Is that okay?"

"Conrad?" Fiona asked.

"Cooky Conrad." Hannah elaborated.

"My homeless guy from the pool." Debbie nodded.

"Sure, Debs." Fiona said as she opened the door.

"Conrad, how are you? Hi. Everyone, this is Conrad."

"Hi, Conrad."

"Hi, Conrad."

"Oh, Conrad. Hey."

"Much better than bald eagle." Fiona commented, gaining laughter.

"Hey, we're still eating that," Kevin said, "We're gonna roast it, bake it, fry it. I don't care. We're gonna eat it."

"Fuck yeah we are." Hannah nodded through a mouthful of turkey.

"Bet it tastes like chicken." Carl grinned.

"Could always have it for Christmas." Veronica suggested when there was the loud sound of clattering from the kitchen.

"What was that?" Fiona asked, she and Kevin making their way to the kitchen, the rest of the family - except Frank - following.

Kevin froze, "Holy fuck."

Hannah's hand flew over her mouth as she latched onto the back of Kevin's shirt, "Oh my God."

On the floor, lying against the cabinets, was Monica with her wrists slit and a kitchen knife lying in the pool of blood next to her.

"Give me a phone. Give me a phone." Fiona said.

"Come on, guys. Upstairs. Upstairs." Veronica grabbed Carl and Debbie upstairs as Jimmy ran to Monica's side.

"Okay. Uh-- Fuck," Jimmy cursed, grabbing a towel off the side to wrap around Monica's wrists, "All right. We're good. We're good. Don't worry. More towels. Shit."

"There's been an accident," Fiona shakily said into the phone, "2119 North Wallace. She's bleeding badly. Yeah. She's awake."

Jimmy turned to the matriarch of the family, "Frank, more towels," He said, only to get no answer, "Towels. Somebody get me a fucking towel."

Shakily, Hannah rushed to grab one from the top of the washing machine and handed it to Jimmy before hiding back into Kevin's side, the man putting a secure arm around the girl as she buried her face into his shirt, tears falling down her face.

"Frank. They wanna know if she took any pills," Fiona told her father, who didn't respond and only walked away, seemingly numb, "Dad. Dad!"

"You're good. You're good." Jimmy kept telling Monica.

"I'm not sure." Fiona said into the phone with a shrug.

"Breathe for me. Do you see me?" Jimmy tried to focus her, before calling out, "Help me with her feet, Frank. Frank!" Though, seeing he wasn't going to come, Steve turned to Kevin, "Kev, get over here."

Kevin nodded, slowly letting go of Hannah and going to help Jimmy. Without Kevin by her side, Hannah slowly backed away into the living room, scrambling for the family landline and dialling the only number she thought to call.

"All right, you with me? Breathe. We're gonna be good, okay? Slow. Slow. We're gonna be good. You're fine. You're fine."

―

Adam was in the middle of a very long and boring conversation with one of his relatives from his mother's side of the family when his phone rang. The boy apologised to the man he was talking to before moving somewhere quiet, thankful to get away before he saw who was calling him.

With a grin, he answered the phone, "Hey Han, how's your-" He stopped talking when the sound of crying and an ambulance siren came through the phone, "Hannah? Hannah, what's happened."

There was only sound of the girl sniffing, before she whispered through the phone, "I need you."

―

The hospital felt eerily quiet as the Gallaghers were sat in the waiting room for any news on their mother. Hannah was sat across the large room from the rest of them, there not being enough seats. She was sat in a chair, staring at her feet, unable to tear her eyes away from the three drops of blood that had splattered onto her converse. She was pulled out of her spell when someone called out her name.

"Hannah?!"

Looking up, she saw Adam brushing past doctors and nurses to rush to her.

"Adam." She whispered, standing up and falling into his arms.

"You're okay," The boy whispered into her ear as he cradled her head with his hand, "You're okay."

"There- There was so much blood and she was- she was just lying there and-"

"Hey," Adam cut her off, shushing her slightly as he pulled back a but and held her face in his hands, "You don't have to talk about it now, okay? I'm here and you're safe."

Hannah nodded as she was pulled into another embrace, smiling slightly at the feeling of comfort and safety it gave her as she cried into Adam's knitted sweater, "How'd you get here so quick?" She quietly asked.

"I ran." Adam shrugged.

Hannah couldn't help but let out a laugh, "You ran? I would've paid to see that."

Adam chuckled, kissing the top of her head, "You needed me. So I ran."

"Thank you."

"Always."

―

The nurse had told them all that Monica was stable and that they were going to hold her to make sure that she wouldn't harm herself, advising the family go home. However, Lip had told Jimmy over the phone that Karen was currently in labour. So in true Gallagher fashion, that's where they were all headed.

"More visitors." The nurse said, leading them all into the delivery room after they'd put on scrubs.

"Oh, my God." Sheila gasped, hugging Fiona.

"Hey, Sheila." Veronica grinned as Hannah and Debbie made a beeline for Lip, the boy hugging them tightly.

"Great, let's just have the whole fighting Illini marching band in here while we're at it." Karen rolled her eyes as she groaned out in pain.

"Debs, look. Look. My baby's about to come out." Lip grinned, pointing at where Karen was currently giving birth.

Debbie cringed, "Ew."

Carl, however, grinned, "Vagina."

"Sorry we didn't have time to buy cigars." Jimmy smiled at Lip.

"No worries, man." Lip chuckled.

"All you guys just fucking whoop it up while I'm sitting in here-- Fucking fuck." Karen yelled out.

Hannah smiled to herself, leaning over to Adam, "Is it bad I'm more excited about her being in pain than in labour."

"Just stop talking." Adam muttered to the girl, taking her hand.

"Okay, it's coming."

"It's coming."

"It's coming."

"Breathe, Karen. Whoo."

Karen glared at Jody, "You keep breathing, fuck nut."

"Shit, I don't know if I ever wanna do this." Veronica cringed.

"One more big push, Karen." Her doctor said and Karen let out loud grunts followed by one final scream before the room was filled with the sound of a baby's cries, followed by cheering from the families.

"Watch out. Watch out." Lip said as another nurse took the baby to be cleaned.

"Um.... Doctor?" The nurse said nervously, the doctor rushing over to look at the baby.

"What's going on?" Debbie asked as everyone went to take a look at the baby.

"Is he okay?" Veronica asked, everyone getting a look, "Oh, no."

"That thing looks weird." Carl commented.

Sheila looked over at her daughter, tearing up due to happiness, "I think he looks beautiful."

"What's wrong with him?" Debbie asked.

"He has Down Syndrome, Debs." Fiona softly told her.

"Yeah, and he's Asian." Lip said, jaw clenched.

"Maybe we're looking at him upside down." Kevin said, cocking his head to the side.

"Here you go, honey. You can hold him now." The nurse held the baby out to Karen, who only looked away.

"No, I don't want to."

"You should say goodbye." The nurse implored.

Karen shook her head, "Just take him away."

Lip turned to the blonde, eyes hot with angry tears, "What the fuck, Karen? Thought you said it was mine."

"I screwed Timmy Wong as much as I screwed you," Karen rolled her eyes as the baby began to cry again, "I never said it was your baby. You just wanted it to be. Go tell Jeff and Alana to come get their fucking baby."

Hannah watched her eldest brother storm out of the delivery room, looking destroyed, before she looked back at the girl who just gave birth, "You fucking cunt!" Hannah screamed, launching at Karen, only to be held back by Kevin and Jimmy, "You've fucking killed him! I'll kill you, you bitch!"