Disgrace

Chapter 16: UTI

Hiii, ro here! Just a quick side note, i realized that i made an error earlier, when Kat indicated in her monologue that she knew that Mason and Jack are related (idk if anybody noticed). That was a mistake, sorry about that. It has been fixed and so, we can all now pretend that it never happened, haha! lol jk.

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Katrina

The first thing I registered when I cracked my eyes open was the dull, persistent ache between my thighs.

Then, the white hospital walls. The sterile smell. The distant beeping of monitors.

And then—Vlanca.

Sitting cross-legged in a wheelchair, spinning lazily in circles.

This bitch.

A world-class surgeon. In a white coat. Playing in a wheelchair.

"Oh, you're awake!" she beamed, too excited for my liking. Her legs were still crossed, her badge clipped neatly to her coat, her smirk annoyingly smug. "Look what I got from the Physical Therapy department."

She pushed off with her foot and spun again.

I groaned. "What the fuck are you doing?" My voice was scratchy, heavy with grogginess.

I shifted slightly—immediately regretting it as a sharp, searing pain shot straight between my legs, radiating up my spine.

I stilled. Blinked. Looked down.

Hospital gown. IV in my arm.

The clock on the wall showed it was already dark outside.

"You're gonna need this, girlfriend, so you're welcome." She patted the armrest of the wheelchair like she was gifting me a damn Ferrari.

"What? No—" I winced, trying to adjust myself. "What... happened?"

Vlanca grinned. "Laceration."

I blinked, brain short-circuiting. "W-What?"

She tilted her head, pretending to inspect me like a curious scientist. "Damn, girl. How big was the dick that you became a patient in your own hospital?"

I choked.

"Sore lang ako noon nung first time ko with my husband," she continued, matter-of-factly, "well—not the point—pero kasing laki ba ng patola?"

I nearly aspirated my own saliva.

"M-Maybe."

Her eyes widened.

"Dio mio."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "I'm in here because of... his dick?"

She grinned. "Yup. Narla—the OB-GYN—said he's a very healthy man. She can tell."

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

My face burned. "Vlanca. No one can know about this. You hear me?"

She held up her hands, mock innocence written all over her face. "Yes. Absolutely. Your secret's safe with me."

Then—

"But how are you gonna tell them that you're pregnant with his baby?"

My soul left my body.

I froze.