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I'm so sorry to those of you who still are reading this story. Its taken me so long to update =[ I've been snowed in with college work cause I finish next month but I'm trying to keep writing as much as possible to keep the mind working
Love and Hugs to those that have stuck with me if anyone!!
SarStar
Alex’s POV
I swung my legs out of the stupid hospital bed and grabbed my phone from the locker beside me. My stomach felt as if it was shredding but I just got on with moving about. I punched in the first number I though of.
"Can you come collect me?
"Sure, where are you?"
"I'm in Evanston Hospital, room 243. Can you bring me new clothes? Like underwear and everything" I sniffed glancing at my shredded remains in the corner of the Chanel outfit I was wearing. That’s $2500 down the drain.
“Evanston?! What are you doing there?! What happened Alex?”
“Look I’ll talk to you when you get here”
“I’ll be there in about a half hour”
“Thanks Joe”
The doctor walked in when I was on the phone and nearly spazzed out when he saw me sitting up with my legs dangling off the bed.
“Miss Klassen, you NEED to stay in bed. You’ve had a very traumatic experience” He moved towards me flapping his hands and pushing me back into the bed. I huffed and swung my legs back in and patted down the bed clothes around me.
“Better?!” I snapped
“Miss Klassen, I am Dr. Brad. I need to talk to you about your recovery from the salpingostomy.”
“A salpy what? I’m a dancer Dr. Brad, not a medical student. Can I get that in plain English?”
“A salpingostomy Miss Klassen. We had to remove the ruptured fallopian tube. We tried to save the tube but it literally exploded in your abdomen. Our previous estimation on the age of the foetus was also wrong, it was not fifteen weeks as we had previously thought. After testing we discovered it was only eleven weeks gone. Your left tube also has some previous scarring on it from some kind of blunt force so this reduces your chances of conception even further. Miss Klassen, I’m afraid you might not ever be able to have children.” He finished solemnly.
I just nodded; I completely understood what he was saying. And I was okay with it. I never wanted kids anyway. It’s a heartless thing to say but I’m glad this happened. I shook my hair back and sat up straight.
“Right, so when can I get out of here?” The doctor looked momentarily stunned at my lack of reaction to what he just told me.
“Oh, right, eh, well usually women are up and walking within three days”
“Three days?! I don’t have three days.” I replied swinging my legs out of the bed again. He flapped at me again but I shooed him away from me as I lowered myself to the ground. My right side felt like it was tearing open but I blocked out the pain and took a step, then another and then one more.
“See, I’m grand” I smiled at him. He blinked stupidly at me.
“Eh, right, well you need to take care of the stitches properly. I’ll get a nurse to come in and explain the after care to you.” He huffed before leaving. The minute the door snapped shut I doubled over in pain, cursing him for being right. I shuffled over to my handbag on the floor and rooted through it until I found what I was looking for. Vicodin. I slipped one of the little pills onto my tongue and swallowed quickly. I shuffled back to the bed and waited for it to kick in.
The pain was just fading when Joe burst in the door.
“Alex are you okay?!” He gasped, clearly having ran up to my room.
“I’m just peachy; can I have the clothes please?” He held out a bag to me and I dumped it out on the bed. “JEANS?! When do I ever wear jeans Joe?! These aren’t even mine!”
“I know, they’re mine”
“PLEASE tell me you have my own underwear for me?!” I groaned. He handed me another bag then. He went out and bought me underwear. God bless him. His face was scarlet as I pulled the bra and panty set out of the bag.
“I didn’t know what size to get so I had to stop and look up on a fan-site what your bra size was and then I just guessed the rest…” he trailed off.
“Oh Joe you’re a star” I grinned as I kissed his cheek and got off the bed. The pain killers had kicked in and I felt fine now. I grabbed the pantys and pulled them on under the disgusting blue paper gown they put me in. I pulled it off over my head.
“WOAH WOAH WOAH Alex!!” Joe cried shielding his eyes from my bare chest.
“They’re only boobs, keep your goddamn voice down. I don’t want Dr. Dickhead to come back in.” I hissed snapping the bra closed and fixing myself. “Nice fit, Thanks Joe” I grinned again.
“Holy shit Al, your stomach. What happened?!” I looked down at the nasty cut all sewn up with black surgical thread and painted over with iodine. I was sick and orange looking.
“Oh fuck me. That better not leave a scar.” I gasped.
“Alex, fuck the scar. What happened to you?!”
“My fallopian tube exploded” I said plainly.
“Your what?!”
“My fallopian tube Joe, please tell me you did Biology. Y’know the tube that goes from the Ovum to the Uteru-” his face paled.
“ I remember now” he said sickly. “Wait, when you say exploded do you mean actually like Pfffft- exploded?”
“Yeah, it Pfffft exploded.” I took a deep breath “Apparently I was pregnant and the embryo got stuck in the tube and kept growing and exploded earlier today nearly killing me”
“Shit, does Patrick know?”
“Patrick left me” I said simply.
“He what?”
“He left. He told me he was screwing Alysia and she told him I was still sleeping with Pete. We had a fight and he left”
“Wait?! Him and Lyss?! And you and Pete?! But I thought you and Patrick were… What?” His whole face was scrunched up trying to comprehend.
“Yeah, it was a big dirty four way square. The doctors told him I was fifteen weeks gone so he assumed the baby was Petes and we had a fight and he left. Then the doctor came in just before you came in and said they got it wrong and I was only ten weeks gone so the baby was Patricks after all but whatever” I finished pitifully, pulling a t-shirt over my head.
“Really Joe?! Look at me?! I’m a state!” I moaned holding my arms out. He shook his head still trying to comprehend the situation.
“That’s perfect, outside is crawling with photographers.”
“Shit” was all I said. The doctor came in then with the nurse who explained to me that I had to wash the stitches everyday and pat them dry so I don’t pull any out. A plastic surgeon stitched me so I shouldn’t have any scarring. I asked the doctor for a copy of my patient file. I wanted to prove to Patrick that the baby could only be his. I was discharged and I walked out into the mass of waiting photographers with my head down and a pair of sunglasses on.
They never knew it was me.
Love and Hugs to those that have stuck with me if anyone!!
SarStar
Alex’s POV
I swung my legs out of the stupid hospital bed and grabbed my phone from the locker beside me. My stomach felt as if it was shredding but I just got on with moving about. I punched in the first number I though of.
"Can you come collect me?
"Sure, where are you?"
"I'm in Evanston Hospital, room 243. Can you bring me new clothes? Like underwear and everything" I sniffed glancing at my shredded remains in the corner of the Chanel outfit I was wearing. That’s $2500 down the drain.
“Evanston?! What are you doing there?! What happened Alex?”
“Look I’ll talk to you when you get here”
“I’ll be there in about a half hour”
“Thanks Joe”
The doctor walked in when I was on the phone and nearly spazzed out when he saw me sitting up with my legs dangling off the bed.
“Miss Klassen, you NEED to stay in bed. You’ve had a very traumatic experience” He moved towards me flapping his hands and pushing me back into the bed. I huffed and swung my legs back in and patted down the bed clothes around me.
“Better?!” I snapped
“Miss Klassen, I am Dr. Brad. I need to talk to you about your recovery from the salpingostomy.”
“A salpy what? I’m a dancer Dr. Brad, not a medical student. Can I get that in plain English?”
“A salpingostomy Miss Klassen. We had to remove the ruptured fallopian tube. We tried to save the tube but it literally exploded in your abdomen. Our previous estimation on the age of the foetus was also wrong, it was not fifteen weeks as we had previously thought. After testing we discovered it was only eleven weeks gone. Your left tube also has some previous scarring on it from some kind of blunt force so this reduces your chances of conception even further. Miss Klassen, I’m afraid you might not ever be able to have children.” He finished solemnly.
I just nodded; I completely understood what he was saying. And I was okay with it. I never wanted kids anyway. It’s a heartless thing to say but I’m glad this happened. I shook my hair back and sat up straight.
“Right, so when can I get out of here?” The doctor looked momentarily stunned at my lack of reaction to what he just told me.
“Oh, right, eh, well usually women are up and walking within three days”
“Three days?! I don’t have three days.” I replied swinging my legs out of the bed again. He flapped at me again but I shooed him away from me as I lowered myself to the ground. My right side felt like it was tearing open but I blocked out the pain and took a step, then another and then one more.
“See, I’m grand” I smiled at him. He blinked stupidly at me.
“Eh, right, well you need to take care of the stitches properly. I’ll get a nurse to come in and explain the after care to you.” He huffed before leaving. The minute the door snapped shut I doubled over in pain, cursing him for being right. I shuffled over to my handbag on the floor and rooted through it until I found what I was looking for. Vicodin. I slipped one of the little pills onto my tongue and swallowed quickly. I shuffled back to the bed and waited for it to kick in.
The pain was just fading when Joe burst in the door.
“Alex are you okay?!” He gasped, clearly having ran up to my room.
“I’m just peachy; can I have the clothes please?” He held out a bag to me and I dumped it out on the bed. “JEANS?! When do I ever wear jeans Joe?! These aren’t even mine!”
“I know, they’re mine”
“PLEASE tell me you have my own underwear for me?!” I groaned. He handed me another bag then. He went out and bought me underwear. God bless him. His face was scarlet as I pulled the bra and panty set out of the bag.
“I didn’t know what size to get so I had to stop and look up on a fan-site what your bra size was and then I just guessed the rest…” he trailed off.
“Oh Joe you’re a star” I grinned as I kissed his cheek and got off the bed. The pain killers had kicked in and I felt fine now. I grabbed the pantys and pulled them on under the disgusting blue paper gown they put me in. I pulled it off over my head.
“WOAH WOAH WOAH Alex!!” Joe cried shielding his eyes from my bare chest.
“They’re only boobs, keep your goddamn voice down. I don’t want Dr. Dickhead to come back in.” I hissed snapping the bra closed and fixing myself. “Nice fit, Thanks Joe” I grinned again.
“Holy shit Al, your stomach. What happened?!” I looked down at the nasty cut all sewn up with black surgical thread and painted over with iodine. I was sick and orange looking.
“Oh fuck me. That better not leave a scar.” I gasped.
“Alex, fuck the scar. What happened to you?!”
“My fallopian tube exploded” I said plainly.
“Your what?!”
“My fallopian tube Joe, please tell me you did Biology. Y’know the tube that goes from the Ovum to the Uteru-” his face paled.
“ I remember now” he said sickly. “Wait, when you say exploded do you mean actually like Pfffft- exploded?”
“Yeah, it Pfffft exploded.” I took a deep breath “Apparently I was pregnant and the embryo got stuck in the tube and kept growing and exploded earlier today nearly killing me”
“Shit, does Patrick know?”
“Patrick left me” I said simply.
“He what?”
“He left. He told me he was screwing Alysia and she told him I was still sleeping with Pete. We had a fight and he left”
“Wait?! Him and Lyss?! And you and Pete?! But I thought you and Patrick were… What?” His whole face was scrunched up trying to comprehend.
“Yeah, it was a big dirty four way square. The doctors told him I was fifteen weeks gone so he assumed the baby was Petes and we had a fight and he left. Then the doctor came in just before you came in and said they got it wrong and I was only ten weeks gone so the baby was Patricks after all but whatever” I finished pitifully, pulling a t-shirt over my head.
“Really Joe?! Look at me?! I’m a state!” I moaned holding my arms out. He shook his head still trying to comprehend the situation.
“That’s perfect, outside is crawling with photographers.”
“Shit” was all I said. The doctor came in then with the nurse who explained to me that I had to wash the stitches everyday and pat them dry so I don’t pull any out. A plastic surgeon stitched me so I shouldn’t have any scarring. I asked the doctor for a copy of my patient file. I wanted to prove to Patrick that the baby could only be his. I was discharged and I walked out into the mass of waiting photographers with my head down and a pair of sunglasses on.
They never knew it was me.
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