Stories For the Damned

Getting Sussy 6 (Among Us)

Brown felt sick to her stomach with both morning sickness and anxiety when she woke up. Making a mad dash to the toilet, she heaved and voided herself of what little she had been eating.

Every single day for the past 2 weeks without fail, she found herself crying, sobbing even, about her predicament. About the fact that she was fucking pregnant, about the fact that the one to get her pregnant was Orange. A fucking imposter.

Now, she wiped her lips with the back of her bare hand and grimaced at the sour taste in her mouth and the overall grimy feeling about her. Hot flashes coursed through her and she knew that she needed to shower. So, she summoned the strength to stand and trudge over to the manual shower stall.

The lukewarm water helped cool her a bit and ease her nausea. It also provided a safe space to cry as much as she physically could. Brown sat on the floor of the shower, curled up into herself letting the water rain over her. Her mind raced and she genuinely felt sick to her stomach as she lamented the last few months as a whole. She wished that she could go back in time and....

Was there any use in thinking about it now?

Her stomach growled as her body yearned for sustenance to feed both her and the fetus inside her.

"Fuck." she whimpered, not wanting to get up but knowing that if she didn't eat something then she would be stuck with a debilitating headache the entire day.

So, Brown reluctantly left the shower only to groan in annoyance when her tablet buzzed, a reminder that she had an appointment with Tan for a bi-weekly check up.

Quickly dressing, Brown made her way to the med wing, not even bothering to knock before she opened Tan's office door. He spent all of his time in there for chrissake, of course, he was waiting for her.

"Brown!" he said smiling, putting down the clipboard that he was holding.

Brown didn't even answer as she made her way to the exam table, getting onto it without much fanfare. She just wanted to get in and out.

Tan was unphased by her behavior, knowing that she hated his office and practice. He continued on truly observing her, asking her the standard questions.

"I don't know."

"You don't know if you've been taking the supplements?"

"I don't remember," Brown grumbled

"Well," Tan sighed and sat on his stool, rolling just in front of her to check her heart rate. His stethoscope was cold against her skin. "I can tell you...." he said, pausing to focus on the faint beats. "You haven't been eating enough.....or sleeping enough." Once he was done he took the instrument out of his ears and scribbled some notes on his sheet before placing everything down to look Brown in the eyes.

She just looked to the side, knowing that he was going to ask about the one person that she didn't want to talk about.

"You have lost 6 pounds in 2 weeks. You are dehydrated and you appear to be sleep-deprived. You do not know if you have been taking the supplements, which by the way, you haven't."

What was his point?

"Something is wrong. And...by the way, your eyes are red like you've just been crying...I'm guessing that it has something to do with Orange."

Brown tried not to give a reaction to his speculations but she couldn't help but frown as Tan spoke.

"I feel inclined to alert her of your....state, seeing as it's her kid too."

Brown looked at Tan then and spoke in a quiet voice. "I do not want to talk with her."

"...You know what I'm going to ask."

"And I do not want to talk about it, please." Brown caught herself seconds away from tearing up again. Exhaling slowly, she gripped the edge of the table, trying to steel herself.

She could feel Tan staring at her, feel his unspoken questions. "Brown, you will tell me if she has been mentally, emotionally, or physically abusive to you in any way-"

"She has never- would never...." Brown found herself talking again.

"Then...." Tan sighed and rolled over to the sink to wash his hands. "Then you need to reconcile with her because it's-it's affecting your health negatively. I...." He dried his hands and turned to look at Brown, thinking over his words. "I have reason to believe that....that she loves you-"

Brown immediately looked at Tan, not a fan of his words. But he kept going.

"And I think that you love-"

"Tan-" Brown cut him off.

"I'm just saying! As your doctor, you need to-"

"I don't want to talk to her. I won't."

"Even if it affects the health of your baby?" Tan questioned.

He did have a fair point but the truth was Brown barely considered the baby inside of her as a thing yet, as bizarre as it sounded. She automatically ignored the guilt that she felt over not wanting to have Orange's child, she didn't need the added stress of feeling remorseful for not feeling a deep love for the life inside of her.

"I am not blind. I can tell that you did not intend to conceive. But whether you like it or not, you do have a maternal instinct within you and you do care for the baby more than you're willing to admit even to yourself."

Brown tried but she could not stop the tear that ran down her cheek which then turned into a sniffle and then crying.

"Please...talk to her-"

"No!" Brown sobbed, angry, "I hate her- I fucking hate her-"

Tan just watched as Brown broke down.