Chapter 67: Unexpected News
He sat down on the little chair and held my hand. The nurse ca in a few minutes later and stitched up my head, apparently, I needed six stitches. I made Liam distract
the whole ti, he was actually the best painkiller known to man. Maybe I should try to bottle him sohow, and then sell it. I’d be rich!
Finally, after an hour and a half, the doctor ca back. "Hey, so I’ve got your blood test results back and it appears it wasn’t the lack of food that made you pass out," he said, looking at
seriously. Liam tensed next to , squeezing my hand, leaning so far forward in his chair that it wouldn’t surprise
if he fell off any second.
"OK, so what was it?" I asked curiously. It couldn’t be anything bad. I was only sixteen for goodness sake, I didn’t smoke, didn’t drink very much, I wasn’t overweight, I exercised regularly. I an, I shouldn’t be able to get ill, should I?
"You’re pregnant," he stated.
I burst out laughing. Damn, that was funny, he almost had
there. I shook my head, still chuckling. "Seriously, what was it?"
He looked from
to Liam. "You’re pregnant," he repeated.
I stopped laughing imdiately. I couldn’t be pregnant. No, this was a mistake. "I can’t be, I’m on the pill. I’ve taken it every day; I’ve not missed a single one. I take them at exactly eight o’clock every morning," I protested, shaking my head, it had to be sothing else. I looked at Liam; he was looking at the doctor, his mouth hanging open.
"Well, when was your last period?" the doctor asked.
I looked at Liam again. "Two weeks ago. I’m on the pill where you stop taking it for a week, so it was definitely two weeks ago. I’m due to have my next one the week after next," I said positively.
"And your period, what was it like? As heavy as normal?" the doctor asked, scribbling on his pad again.
As heavy as normal? I thought about it. Actually, it was really light, but that was because I was on the pill, Kate said it made your periods lighter. "It was light but I definitely had one, two weeks ago. I can’t be pregnant," I said sternly.
"Sotis you can still have very light periods through pregnancy. It’s called spotting. How long have you been on the pill?" he asked curiously.
"Six weeks," I replied, quietly.
This couldn’t be right. Please tell
this is so kind of huge mistake, or even one of those hidden cara shows and people are going to jump out and shout ’Gotcha’ any minute.
"And when you started taking it, did you take it on the first day of your period?" he asked.
I shook my head. "It was a couple of weeks after my period. What difference does that make?" I asked, starting to get nervous.
"Right, well, when you start taking the pill you need to start on the first day of your period and then it will be effective straight away. If you take it within five days, it will be effective after two weeks, but if you start on any other day then you need to start your second packet before it takes effect," he explained softly.
So that ans it didn’t even start to work until two weeks ago when I started my second pack and we had been having unprotected sex the whole ti! Liam was still staring at him. He hadn’t said anything at all, I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. He was sitting so still that it was like he was a statue.
"I’m going to get a portable ultrasound machine and we’ll have a little look, OK?" the doctor suggested, smiling kindly as he disappeared out of the curtain.
"Liam?" I whispered. He was honestly scaring
a little, I’d never seen anyone be so still in my life, it wasn’t natural. He didn’t answer. The doctor ca back and I watched as he squirted so gel on my stomach and pressed a little thing that looked like a small microphone to my stomach, rolling it around.
Oh crap, please let this be a mistake.
He stopped, holding it still and nodded. "Yep, definitely pregnant. I’d say from the sizes here, you’re about four, maybe five weeks. You want to see?" he offered, holding the little handset out to .
"No," I refused, pushing it away quickly.
I didn’t want to see because then I wouldn’t be able to do what needed to be done. I couldn’t have a baby, we were too young, it would ruin everything. We’d only just got together; there was too much going on. Liam would be leaving
for college soon, we couldn’t have a baby. I wouldn’t ruin Liam’s dreams, he’d always wanted to play hockey and I wouldn’t take that away from him. I couldn’t look at the little handset; I couldn’t see the little baby in there because I needed to stay strong.
"You don’t want to see?" the doctor asked, looking a little confused.
I shook my head. "No. I want an abortion," I said sternly.
Liam moved. Oh thank God, finally!
"An abortion? What? Why?" he cried, shocked.
I looked at him; he was looking at , horrified, as if I’d just suggested clubbing a seal or sothing. "Because it needs to be done," I said, looking away from his intense stare. I turned to the doctor. "Can I get it done today? What do I need to do?" I asked, nervously.
"Well, there’s two ways; a dical abortion, which is a pill today and tomorrow, which would basically bring on a period. Or there’s a surgical one which would need to be done under general anaesthetic and we would basically remove everything," he explained in his business like tone.
I cringed. I hated the sound of both of those, but I needed to do this. I couldn’t think of it as a baby, a tiny little Liam, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get rid of it.
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