The Secrets of Smosh (Maricorn)

Chapter 26 Mari

I've been in the hospital for a week. Everyone else goes home in a week. Except me, I'm leaving in 3 weeks. How could I not know? Everything was off, everything. I didn't crave food, in fact I felt just the opposite. The doctors say that that's most of the reason why I wasn't showing. Also, I was only 7 months pregnant at the time. Suzuki is in intensive care and might not make it. I feel like a terrible person. I almost wished she wouldn't make it just so I could avoid the shame when I face my mother back home. But I knew deep down that I wanted her to live, the second I saw her, I felt an instant wave of affection and love wash over me. Bonding me and my baby girl together. David was still shocked. He was adapting very well to the situation, but he was still shocked. What the hell was my mother going to think when I walked through the front door with a baby in my arms? It sounds impossible, but I really could pull off concealing her true identity from my mother and brother. Suzuki is officially a Peruvian citizen, so the U.S can't get involved and tip my mother off. Since we were traveling with a traveling company and not the school, my teacher was forced to stay out of it. Or me and David could run away. No that's absurd. But I can still get away with Suzuki. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. There are so many hectic thoughts racing through my head right now. I need a break.

I got up and walked out of my hospital room. Technically, I wasn't supposed to do that, but it was hot as shit in that room and there is no air conditioning in this place. I was almost wishing for some Oregon rain. I put my clothes on so I didn't look like a patient. I walked down to the ICU where I found David pushed against the window. "Hey, you should be out hiking to Machu Picchu today," I said as I came up behind him. He whirled around and started gushing his usual protective bullshit. "Why aren't you in your room? You had a baby 3 days ago! You need to lay down!" I just took his hand and ignored him. I turned to face the window. She was laying there with tunes springing out from every possible opening. She looked like she had already died, so fragile and frail. She was 2 months premature plus she was extremely malnourished because I rarely ate during the time she was with me. I was rather malnourished as well and really should be laying down. I looked over at David and he had tears in his eyes. I laid my heading is shoulder and steered him away, the force of pulling him caused my knees to buckle and I fell over, setting off his usual fussing. "Shit David, I'm fine, lay the fuck off. Just chill, I fell over," I reassured him. I've been doing that a lot recently.

I discovered a fatal flaw in my plan. My mother was clearly going to notice if I came home 3 weeks late. David suggested saying that I was hospitalised because I got a weird South American illness. Works for me.