Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

More Than a Fling (Part 7)

She wanted to eat dinner. She tried. She did her best to force it past her mouth.

It was no use. The second it touched her lips, it was on the floor. It had to be the fifth meal she had thrown up this week, not to mention the times in the morning.

Two female guards turned and looked at each other. To some, it seemed as though Y/N was sick. To them, it was more than obvious.

Walking over, the taller one gestured for her to follow. Despite the harsh glare she gave them, she found herself giving in, every part of her drained of energy.

The guard with light hair opened the door for both of them. Walking through, Y/N felt her heart beating out of her chest as she kept her fingers crossed that it wasn't what she thought. One day, yes, but now? Without her Aris?

Her Aris.

He’s her Aris.

She would always remember that.

He had been asleep, his hair falling into his closed eyes. His breathing was slow, his chest falling and rising at an even pace.

She couldn't sleep, and she gave up on trying. She had pretended for hours since she knew he wouldn't go to bed unless he thought she was out. Unless it had been a particularly rough day. Because this one was normal though, he kept himself up until he believed she was unconscious.

She wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, and she was aware of that. At the same time, she didn't really care. Nothing would change, and by now almost nothing mattered.

He was the only thing that did. He was the only thing keeping her going.

She lightly traced the freckles on his arms, being sure not to wake him. She found herself hypnotized by him, by his soft skin and the patterns it held. His freckles were a better version of the stars for her. Ones that were always right there and deserved the utmost attention, admiration, and love.

They may not be together yet, but he’s already hers. She’s sure of that.

Touching her shoulder, a guard guided her to a doctor's room as the other opened it. Snatching her arm away, Y/N threw the woman a nasty glare before walking in. With her arms crossed over her chest, she started at the ground.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you feeling?”Ava asked. Glancing up, she saw Ava, Janson, Teresa, and two women she didn't recognize.

Not responding, she went back to glaring at the ground, not even bothering to observe her surroundings.

“Okay then. You just need to step through this machine. You won't feel anything, but it's important.”

Still not looking up, she dragged her feet over to the machine by the chancellor. Shutting her eyes, she reminded herself that even though they’re probably lying, she won't be here forever.

She walked into this machine that she could perfectly stand in. Letting her arms fall to her sides, she allowed herself to be scanned.

They all watched the x-ray, feeling physically addicted to the screen. Some of them even held their breaths.

Until it got to her stomach, where the outline of a baby only a few weeks old could be seen.

Teresa pushed down a surge of guilt as she wrote down her final notes for the day before handing them to Ava. Walking over, she waited for the machine to stop before holding her hand out for Y/N to take.

“I can walk,”She mumbled, ignoring it and stepping out.

“Why don't you sit down? There's something we have to tell-”
“Teresa, that patient needs you,”another nurse burst in, her hair in a now messy bun and lab coat flowing behind her.