I groan, as I sit up, and look around the bathroom. Matt's behind me, and he's wiping sweat off of my face, along with the vomit.
"M-Matt, why do you stay with me? I'm a fuck-up!"
"Baby, you're not a fuck-up, I love you."
Matt grabs some stomach medicine, and calls a nurse.
She comes into the bathroom smiling. Why the hell is she smiling?
"What do you mean? Am I getting out of here?"
"You're pregnant sweetie."
I collapse on the floor shaking.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I start to hysterically sob. Matt strokes my hair. I am almost ready to pass out....
/I'm fucking preggers..../
sam, I totally did this for you! R&R please? Xo Jules