Chapter Six - Discovery
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“You've been out for two days, Kassie, are you sure you're not just avoiding me?” Sam asked, a slight giggle in his voice.
“I'm not avoiding you, and I am sorry to call out again. I'm really sick.” I told him.
I had woken up on Sunday and was violently ill. I was throwing up with a bad headache, exhausted and unable to get out of bed. It was still going on, and I was just waiting for whatever horrible bug it was to pass.
“No worries. Feel better. Call me if you need anything.” Sam said. We hung up.
I laid miserable in bed for hours. I at least wasn't throwing up, but I was horribly nauseous every time I moved. I was starting to feel faint, and decided maybe I could use some medical attention. It hadn't let up after two days, and I was starting to feel like I was going to pass out.
I got up to put clothes on and realized I probably couldn't drive. I sighed, and called Daniel.
“Hello?” He answered quickly.
“Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could drive me to the hospital.” I said.
“Yeah, I'll be right over. Everything okay?” He asked.
“I feel faint.” I said.
Daniel arrived quickly and helped me to his car. I was throwing up in a bag on the way there, and was relieved when we finally got to the hospital. He helped me out and inside, where I explained to the front desk what was going on.
I sat in the waiting room for an hour, throwing up occasionally. They finally took me back to a room, where they took blood and started an IV. They gave me nausea medication, which immediately helped. I was getting fluid and medication to help the nausea, which is apparently all I needed the entire time.
“Hi, Kassie, I'm Doctor Russ. Can you tell me the date of your last period?”
“It's been six months. It stopped coming because of my birth control.” I told him.
“Well, in that case, we have no idea how far along you are, and will need to get an ultrasound to confirm.”
“Excuse me?”
“Were you not aware you were pregnant, Kassie?” The doctor asked.
“I wasn't aware. It's impossible. I've never missed a pill.”
“It's very possible. Congratulations. A nurse will be in shortly to take you for an ultrasound.” He said before exiting my room.
“Daniel... what the f**k?” I shrieked. “I can't be pregnant.”
“Birth control isn't 100% effective.” He told me.
“What am I going to do?” I said.
“You have options.” He reminded me.
A nurse came in to get me about half an hour later. She wheeled me to a separate portion of the hospital, where a nice women met me and took me in to a room with an ultrasound machine. I got up on the bed and put the sheet over my lap. She handed me a wand and said to insert like a tampon, which I did.
“There's your baby.” She said, pointing to the screen. There it was. A baby. Holy f**k.
“How far along?” I asked.
“Well, a doctor will confirm, but the measurements are showing 8 weeks.” She said.
Sam and I had only been seeing each other for ten weeks, and I couldn't believe this happened so quickly.
*
On the way home from the hospital, I called Jasmine and the three of us talked. I told her about the baby and being eight weeks.
“No Jasmine, I'm not joking, I have the ultrasound picture in my hand. Right now. What do I do?” I asked her after she accused me of playing a cruel joke on her.
“That's up to you, Kassie, I can't make that choice for you.” She told me.
“I don't know if I can raise a kid, Jaz. Sam already has a lot on his plate with Ellie, and I don't know what we would do. Do I move in there? Do we come up with a schedule so that we're staying together a lot of nights? I can't really afford a baby right now.”
“Look, I think you need to talk to Sam first. But listen, if you decide to have an abortion, that's okay too. I had one when I was nineteen, it was hard, but I don't regret it now.” She said.
“Personally, I think adoption is a better option. Some people, like me, can't have kids and would love to adopt.” Daniel said.
"I think you're right that I need to talk to Sam. Looks like I'll have to go to work tomorrow."
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