Faith's POV

I wake to a beeping noise next to me. I'm not sure where I am, but this bed really sucks. My head hurts, my eyes sting, and I feel like I've been run over my a truck. The last memories I can think of come flooding into my mind and the last image of Jace's face is etched in my mind. I moan because everything feels heavy, including my eyelids. I very slowly open them, aunt Marjorie is sitting in the chair next to a bed. I'm in the hospital, what the hell happened to me?

"Faith," I hear a soft voice say.

I blink a few times and see the outline of aunt Marjorie's face. She pushes her glasses up and smiles at me. She looks relieved.

"I'm going to let the nurse know you're awake, I promise I'll be right back," she says squeezing my hand.

All I can do is nod, my throat is dry and it hurts. My eyes continue to focus and I look around the ugly yellow hospital room. The flimsy off white blinds are shut. Aunt Marjorie comes back and sits in the old chair next to my bed. She grabs my hands in hers again, and pushes a strand of hair off my face.

"What happened?" I choke out. Must ask for water.

"You passed out, Nicole found you in the apartment," she says.

"Oh," is all I say.

She's quiet, but I can tell there's something on her mind. She wants to tell me something, but she's not sure how. I hear the door open and close and a young nurse comes over quickly with a rolling machine to take my vitals. She looks straight out of med school and happy to be here.

"Hello Faith, I'm just going to take some vitals. I've paged the doctor he'll be around soon," she says. "Can I get you anything in the mean time?" she questions.

"Can I have water?" my raspy sound voice asks.

"Sure sweetheart let me just finish up," she says.

I nod and let her do her thing. She takes my temperature, blood pressure, and checks my pulse. Blood pressure is a bit higher than usual. She turns back towards a computer on a moving cart and starts to type in everything. Her nails click on the keys in an annoying way that hurts my head.

"Can I get some pain meds, my head hurts too," I say.

"Sure. I'll be right back," she says as she finishes.

She smiles and rolls both carts out of the door, bumping the computer into the door frame. She makes a lot of noise exiting and I sigh when she finally makes it out the door.

"Am I okay?" I ask her.

She nods, but bites her lip like there's more to said. I lick my dry lips and clear my throat.

"There's something your not..."

The door opens and in strolls the doctor with the nurse trailing behind bringing some water and meds. She hands me the small clear plastic cup and the medicine. I swallow it not caring what it is, the only thing I know is that I want this headache gone. I wipe my mouth and hand her the cup.

"Hello Ms. Montgomery, I'm Dr. Saltzer. How are you feeling?" he asks.

I'd love to lash out and say, what do you think jackass? I'm lying in a hospital bed so how do you think I feel? I'm still angry from the incident with Jace, the thought makes me both mad and upset at the same time. I can't believe we were both playing each other, basically I endured all this drama for no reason. Good job Faith.

"Okay," I finally get out. "I'm okay," I tell him.

"Glad to hear. Now let's get down to it shall we?"

Dr. Saltzer is probably in his fifties, he seems like a very straight forward doctor just says things as they are with zero sugar coating. He looks at me and then stares down at the clipboard with his round eyes. He tugs on his ear then looks back up.

"We have an IV going for fluid, you were dehydrated and your blood pressure was a little low which probably resulted in your fainting spell," he looks down again hesitant to tell me the rest. Go ahead doc I can take it, like I haven't been through enough shit in the past forty eight hours I think I can handle some more.

"Are you aware that you are pregnant?" he questions.

I nearly choke on my own spit, what? There's no way, I was told that it was nearly impossible with my PCOS. He's lying, there must have been a mix up in the lab. Plus I didn't pee on a stick.

"Um... no?" I say it like a question.

"I'm sending you in for a sonogram soon to see where we are at and if everything is okay. We want to rule out some things such as an ectopic pregnancy or molar pregnancy. Are you taking any birth control?" he questions.

I can see aunt Marjorie next to me, her leg is bouncing up and down. I'm afraid to look her in the eye, I'm so embarassed. Although I'm pretty sure they won't find anything and it's probably just a mix up. I shake my head.

"I have an um... clotting disorder I can't be on them," I explain.

When I was sxiteen I had a mini stroke from the pill. I'd gotten it from planned parenthood behind my parents back after my boyfriend insisted it would be easier than using a condom. I was a stupid teenager and my parents were pissed. I didn't have any residual side effects thank god, and I've been taking a baby asprin every day since.

"Favor V?" he questions. I nod.

"Well then if this is a viable pregnancy we will have to get your started on blood thinners right away," he says.

Wait, he's already talking like I'm going to go through with this whole thing. He's talking about it like it's real, but there's no way this can be real. He starts writing down everything I've told him, and I still can't look at my aunt. If this is real I'm pretty sure she's figured out who got me pregnant.

"I um..."

"That is unless you want to...." he watches my expression before continuing. "I um... I get it it's a shock. I'll make sure they get you in for that ultrasound soon so that you can go home. I'll be in shortly after to talk to you about discharge. For now hang tight someone will be in shortly," he says.

With that he walks out of the room leaving an uncomfortable silence in his absence. This can't be happening right now. We were always safe every time.

"It has to be a mix up," I say staring at the wall. I'm not sure if I'm talking to aunt Marjorie or just thinking out loud.

"I was safe, I'm always safe," I say, my bottom lip quivers with fear.

"Aunt Marj you have to..." I want to say believe me, but I can't finish the sentence before bawling my eyes on. She wraps her arms around me and I sob.

"We don't have to make any decisions right this second. Let's see what the ultrasound says, okay? I'll be here for you no matter what." she tells me. "I'd do it for Charlene and I'm going to do it for you. You are like my daughter and Id never abandon you. You're an adult now and are responsible for your own actions, so I can't be angry," she says.

"You'll hate me when you know who the father is, or should I say Uncle James will," I say rolling my eyes. "I was so stupid," I say as she pulls away.

"I think I have an idea," she tells me.

She doesn't get to say much more because the door opens and a nurse rushes in to take me to my ultrasound. I look over at aunt Marjorie. She nods and a single tear falls down her cheek. She helps me into a black wheel chair. On our way out I stare back at my aunt, she nods her head to say it's going to be okay.