Rory's POV
I couldn't help but cry while bandaging Scott and I kept apologizing to him. He kept patting my head, saying it was okay, but my tears wouldn't stop. The nurse nearby thought I was just overly worried about Scott's injury and tried to comfort me, saying it was just a scrape.
As the blood streamed from Scott's arm, I felt dizzy and nauseous. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. I vomited for a while, as if I was emptying everything from my stomach.
Could it be that I was pregnant? Was this karma?
I hated myself. I plunged my head into cold water, trying to clear my mind. Memories of Scott and me, those intimate moments, replayed in my head like a movie. The bomb buried in my heart, which had always made me anxious, finally exploded at this moment.
I stared into the mirror
