After sending my mom away, I spent the day sulking like a little child. I know not very mature, but I'm upset, sue me. I lay in bed, fiddling with the adjustment button, lowering and bending the joints to my will. I'm bored, what else am I supposed to do, the TV was boring.

I tried getting out of bed, but my IV cord accidentally got caught on something and slipped out, sounding an alarm. I didn't hear it, I was checking myself in the bathroom when they rushed in, yelling at me to get back into bed and such. I think I accidentally kicked one of the male nurses where the sun don't shine.

Oops.

The nurses advised me to rest and only get up if needed. Why I'm still in hospital, is a mystery. I passed out, big deal. I'm pregnant, big deal. Okay, yes, that is kind of a massive deal. I still cant wrap my head around that little fact. I'm pregnant and I'm going to have a baby. A little speck of cells is forming inside of me to become life.

Mind blown moment.

As I'm suddenly realizing this, I can't believe I ever wanted to get rid of that little life. To abort my growing child. Now that I think about it, I could have made a mistake and murdered my own child, without giving he or she a chance at life.

I let out a little sob, thinking of what could have happened, if my mother hadn't of yelled at me not to. I stare at my still flat tummy, hidden by the bed blankets. I shove them away, needing to see my stomach. I pull up the hospital gown, exposing my sun kissed belly. I just stare at my belly, as tears cloud my vision and place my cold, shaking hands on the flat surface.

"I'm so sorry," I sniffle, I'm guessing the hormones are starting up, "I never meant to hurt you. I promise to protect you, no matter what, okay? I love you."

Tears are almost full on pouring down my face as I cry. I'm really not going to enjoy these heightened hormones. It's going to be a nightmare.

The door suddenly opens and a man in a lab coat strolls in and begins speaking, "Afternoon Miss MacArthur, how are you-"

He freezes when he finally looks up at me from the clipboard he's holding. His blue eyes wide behind his glasses and his mouth hunger open, mid-sentence.

"Are you okay Miss?" he eyes me wearily, "Do you need me to call a nurse in? Your mother or the father perhaps?"

"I-I thought," I gasp as I sniffle, trying desperately to control my raging emotions, "That t-the hormones o-only acted up f-f-further on in the pr-pregnancy."

"Oh, ah, it's different for everyone else," the doctor looks slightly uncomfortable as if he's not used to seeing sniveling woman.

Stupid man. He has no idea what I'm going through.

Actually, neither do I.

"I'll be right back," the man hesitates, backing towards the door, "I'll send in both."

"Wha-" I blink, still rubbing my flat belly as I stare at the weird man, "Who?"

The doctor quickly exits, opening and closing the door behind him. I am able to see a brief slice of the outside corridor as he does this. Doctors, nurses, patients and family strode past my room. I really want to join them, I feel like I haven't walked in days and I need to pee.

With a groan, I swing my legs off the bed and sit up. My feet are barefoot and the tiles are freezing, I just want to jump back into bed, but the urge to release my bladder is stronger. I stand, my legs are weak and wobbly, but I refuse to need assistance to pee. I use the wall and the bed to get me to the bathroom. Halfway there, I feel a harsh tug on the crook of my inner elbow skin, then it disappears, leaving a stinging sensation. I look down to find a small puncture there with a small trail of blood leaking out.

Seeing this, I hurry my wobble to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I lock it and turn to find a beautiful porcelain throne. The toilet. I would skip to it dramatically if I could, but I'm bursting to pee, so that can wait. I let out a satisfied sigh as I release my bladder's discomfort.

When I stand to flush, I collapse. What the? Why does my butt feel cold? I'm on my hands and knees, on the tiled floor, so I peek behind me to see my glorious assist sticking out for all to see. Okay, I have underwear on, of course, but the back of my gown is open, letting in the cold hospital air.

I let out a squeal and struggle to stand. Outside I hear muffled exclaims and footsteps in the room. I hear people call my name as the rush around the room. When my IV cord slipped out, it probably sounded an alarm at the nurses counter.

Oops.

I ignore them for the moment and look at myself in the mirror. I stand shocked as I stare at my reflection. The woman in the mirror is gaunt and sickly looking, shadows lining her eyes like smudged mascara. Her skin is an off tan pallor, making her look ill. I can't believe that woman is me. I thought during pregnancy, woman are supposed to look healthier and have this maternal glow. Where's mine? Instead I look like I'm dying.

A banging on the bathroom door shocks me from my staring. I look at the shaking door and sit down on the closed toilet seat, my legs too weak to hold me any more.

"It's locked," I hear a familiar muffled voice speak to someone else in the adjoining room.

The banging starts up again, this time with a voice to add to it. Both sounding urgent.

"Kenzie!?" the voice calls out, concern clear in the males tone, "It's me, Charlie."

"Charlie?" I question, my voice raspy from my tears earlier and weak overall.

I hate it.

"Yes, Charlie Kendall," he replies, trying to remain patient, but I can hear the urgency in his voice.
"What are you doing here?" I remember the doctor saying that he would send in my mother and the father. So what's he doing here.

"Why don't you come out and allow us to explain?" he sounds calm, but something sounds of his voice. Strained.

Like fear. Of what?

"Please just come out," he bangs again.

I sigh and stand, hobbling over to the bathroom door, "Mom?"

"Yes, dear?" I hear the soft voice of my mother and I immediately feel guilty for shouting at her earlier.

"Can I, uh, can I have some proper clothes?"

"Of course, love," I hear her giggle slightly, before I hear her light footsteps fade away.

No words are spoken once my mother has left the room. I don't try you make conversation and neither does Charlie, although I'm still wondering at his presence here. Instead I work at trying to untangle the knots in my hair. My hair is in need of a wash, so I hope my mom brought a hair band.

"Honey, open the door, I have some clothes and a hair band," I hear my mom say, having returned.

I carefully unlock the door and allow her to slip in. I immediately clasp my thin arms around her small frame, tears of regret springing to my eyes at my earlier treatment towards her. She drops the items to the floor and wraps her arms around me in return.

"I'm so sorry, mom," I cry, snuggling my face against her shoulder, "I love you so much and I would never abort my child."

"Oh, my child, I know," she croons, squeezing me tighter to her, "I love you more than you know. I know this is tough for you, it is stressful and it's okay to ask for help. I'll always be here for you, okay?"

She leans back to peer at my face, her warm hands gripping my frail shoulders tightly, comforting me. I nod at her as I can't say anything. She smiles warmly and helps me to dress myself into a pair a black tights and an over sized black tee. I feel Goth, but it's better than the stupid hospital gown. I mean come on, who designed that thing, they honestly have no common sense.

Once I am dressed and my hair is tied up, my mother unlocks the door again and helps me out into the adjoining room. Charlie is leaning against the wall right beside the bathroom door, nearly giving me a heart attack when he straightens up.

"Jeez, people, I just needed to pee," I roll my eyes at the fussing nurses, that rush over to me, "No need to panic."

"You mustn't let your IV slip out," one of the young nurses scold me, literally wagging her finger at me as if I'm some disobedient child, "Carry it with you. The stand has wheels for a reason, so don't let it happen again."

I nod and allow my mother to lead me over to the bed, so that I can lay back down. I feel so drained and weak, I feel pathetic. Another nurse takes my wrist into her gentle grip and slips the IV back into my arm, causing me to flinch. I've never been one for needles or anything poking into me.

"Why are you here, Charlie?" I frown, turning to find him standing at the foot of my bed.

"You mean you haven't been told?" he frowns and I give a look that basically says 'No-shit-Sherlock' and he continues, "Well as far as I know," he pauses, seeming hesitant, "As far as I know, I'm the father of your child.

"What!"

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OMG so sorry people for the wait. I've been distracted. I dislocated my ankle at a trampoline park and I was indisposed because of the pain, still am, but I needed to complete this chapter. And all my muscles ache. Living the life.

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