Jon ran upstairs, quickly throwing on some clothes and grabbing me new pants and underwear. I quickly wadded up a bunch of toilet paper to try and catch the blood but I knew it wouldn't take me long to bleed through it so I also grabbed the hand towel to lay down on the seat. I walked out of the bathroom and Jon swooped me up, carrying me to the truck and closing the door before hopping into the driver's seat and speeding off.
I was getting more upset by the second. I had never bled this heavy before. Now I regretted my earlier decision. Jon had been right. I was reckless and now I was paying for it. I could only hope the baby was okay. I didn't even care about myself anymore. I just wanted him to be safe. Maybe I wasn't fit to be his mother anyways, I thought as I started to sob.
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