The Boy Who Sneaks Through My Bedroom Window

Part 41

"OK, so a nurse will be in to stitch your head in a few minutes. You'll probably be here for two or three hours," he said, heading over to the curtain.

I nodded. "Can my boyfriend stay with me?" I asked hopefully as I clung to Liam's hand. I didn't want to be in this sterile little place on my own.

"Sure, that's fine. Just one visitor though, so you might want to tell the crowd asking about you, to go home," he suggested, chuckling as he left and pulled the curtain back around.

Crowd, what's that about? I looked at Liam, he smiled. "They all came. I literally had to push Jake out of the ambulance when they said only one person could ride with you," he said, looking a little guilty about it.

I smiled and squeezed his hand. "Well I'm glad I woke up to you instead of Jake. So thanks."

He bent his head and kissed me lightly. "I'm glad too." He sighed. "I'd better go and tell them you're fine, and that they should go home," he said, standing up.

"Hurry up though, OK?" I asked, giving him my begging face.

He smiled. "I'll be as quick as I can," he promised, kissing my forehead and leaving quickly. I closed my eyes and listened to the noisy ward and waited for him to come back.

Liam was back within five minutes with a pre-packed sandwich and a drink. "Hey, I'm not sure if you're allowed these yet, so you'll have to wait until the nurse comes to stitch your head. I didn't miss that, did I?" he asked worriedly.

"No, you didn't miss it." I smiled at how thoughtful he was all the time.

He sat down on the little chair and held my hand. The nurse came in a few minutes later and stitched up my head, apparently, I needed six stitches. I made Liam distract me the whole time, he was actually the best painkiller known to man. Maybe I should try to bottle him somehow, and then sell it. I'd be rich!

Finally, after an hour and a half, the doctor came 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 me seriously. Liam tensed next to me, squeezing my hand, leaning so far forward in his chair that it wouldn't surprise me 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 mean, 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 me there. I shook my head, still chuckling. "Seriously, what was it?"

He looked from me to Liam. "You're pregnant," he repeated.

I stopped laughing immediately. 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 something 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.