"Noelle Pierce?" I looked up at the door across the room. "We're ready for you." For me? You had to get ready for me? Oh am I the first lady, am I so important that you had to make me wait an hour after my appointment was set? Sarcasm and moodiness were on the top of the list of things that I wasn't in control of right now. I stand and so does Nat who just had to listen to me go on for an hour about how lazy I thought the nurses here were, and I felt sorry. I'd told him multiple times too, but he'd just say it's okay or you're right though. It was annoying me. He was being a typical guy trying to say the right things but that was not helping, not one bit! They took us to a room and told me someone would be in soon.
"Oh great more waiting! What is with them today?" I sit on the 'patients' seat, which is also a bed and covered in thin and load crinkly paper. "It was not a good idea for you to come, I am not in a good mood with these people today." I say picking at the paper near my knee.
"Just relax and calm down, they're working their hardest to get to everyone." he says like it will make me relax.
"Calm down? That is the worst thing to say to a girl, any girl actually especially if her hormones are all screwy, thank you! And didn't you just agree with me earlier that the nurses were lazy? Yes you did, so you were lying?"I take a deep breath. Nat's still silent. "I'm sorry, look you should go. I can't control any of this, it just happens."
"It's fine, I'm staying. And I'm sorry, I just, I'm trying. I am. I don't know how to help, I guess."
"Wow." I lay back staring at the ceiling
"What?"
"You'd think a gay guy knows how to express his 'feelings' more, and know how to talk to girls."
"Yeah, you'd think."
I turn toward him. "Sorry, again." then back up. "I get really sarcastic I guess. You should have been in Mr. Smith's class with me, I told off Kaitlyn for hitting me against the wall in the hall. I got sent to the principle but she knows and told me this was my first 'warning'. She just feels bad for me, I could tell. But why should anyone feel bad? I don't feel bad, do you feel bad?"
"No."
"See?"
"So what did you do to Kaitlyn exactly?"
"I may or may not have taken her perfume from her and poured it on her so she smelt like the candle store in the mall all day."
"Oh my god, that one that she sprays so much of that if you get near her, you'll come home smelling like a strip club?"
"Yes. . ."
"You didn't."
"I didn't mean to. . . Actually that's a lie, I loved every second of it." We laugh, but stop when there was a knock on the door. I sit up with my hands in my lap. "Come in?" I say wiggling around. The nurse sticks her head in.
"Oh!" She says noticing my guest. She for some reason has been my nurse since my first visit and know my mom and sister since then. "Who might you be?" she turns to me not giving him time to answer. "Is he?" He's cute! she mouths and I roll my eyes. Nat sits up a little in his chair.
"I'm Nathan,"
"Nat." I gesture toward him, and she nods.
"The best friend." the offers.
"Yeah, that." I say subconsciously and look back at him. "Sorry, the sarcasm is strong."
I got weighed and my blood pressure taken. More and more questions. "Have you felt the baby move or kick?"
"Move? A little. But kicking? No, not yet. Is that bad? Is something wrong?" Sure I'd felt something like butterflies but no kicking, or anything like that.Should I be worried? I should be worried. I'm worried. Se they made me wait so long to see me and-
"No, see most of the time it takes longer in a first pregnancy to feel the baby move or kick until after your twenty fifth week. We just like to check and see." she looks down at her clip board. Any bleeding or contractions?"
"No, I would have called."
"Are you nauseated?"
"Not anymore."
"Okay then," she looks down at her clipboard again. "We are going to take you into another room for an ultrasound and we are going to check on the fibroid and of course the baby."
So we move out into yet another waiting room. Back to the noisy plastic blue chairs and awkward silence. Well, akward silence with everyone else but me and Nat. I sit criss cross on my seat towards Nat. My head on the back of the chair.
"It might just be that I'm tired." I sigh. "I was up all night, I couldn't sleep."
"Why?" he picks up a loose strand from my ponytail and wraps it around his finger. I look back up questioning his curiousity.
"Couldn't stop thinking, about everything in general."
"Noelle Pierce?" I look up.
"That was, extremely fast."
"Yeah maybe they got the message and stopped being lazy." I whisper.
"We always try to see the high risk patients as soon as we can." she says as we pass and I grin because she'd heard us.
We walk into the dark room with the nurse, and I like always take my seat and talk politely back to her because society tells me I should be nice to careworkers and everyone in general. Even on a day where I feel like screaming my head off for no particular reason. I lay back and she takes out her gel and smoothes it on my stomach. Nat watches beside me.
"Have you ever seen an ultrasound?" I ask quietly, as I listen to a steady heart beat, from the monitor I see the black and gray picture.
"No, never. It's strange." I subconciously take the hand that sat next to me. I always held my mom's hand in ultrasounds, so I didn't realize what I had done until I'd already done it and looked back at him. But he continued to hold my hand. Why did hand holding feel like such a big deal? Why was it so intimate?
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Skinny Love
Fiksi Remaja'A teenage girl comes face to face with her past and must deal with its consequences.' Ella got pregnant at seventeen, by her best friend but he doesn't know about it. Instead of telling him she changed schools and took on a new life where no one kn...
