GrandView High

~SEVEN💙~

*sighs and bows head*

I originally planned to just delete this book BUT I had some sort of spark and here we are.

SO......Go ahead and ENJOY!!!!

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NIMI'S POV

I opened my eyes still feeling light-headed.

The air felt heavy, each breath I took burdened with the weight of everything happening in my life.

Asher's car sped through the streets, the sound of the engine roaring faintly in my ears. My body ached in ways I couldn't describe. My abdomen throbbed, my ankle burned, and my head felt like it would explode.

But none of those compared to the overwhelming fear and shame that consumed me.

The blood on my sweatpants and the seat beneath me was the only thing I could focus on. It was as though it represented everything wrong with my life right now.

I stared out the window, trying to steady my breathing, but it only became more erratic.

"Nimi," Asher called, his voice soft but strained. I turned to him, his jaw clenched, eyes focused on the road.

I didn't respond.

What could I even say? I didn't have the energy to lie, but I couldn't tell him the truth either.

The moment we reached the hospital's Emergency entrance, everything felt like a blur. Nurses rushed to me, and Asher tried to explain what little he knew.

I wanted to scream, to tell them to stop asking questions, but the words wouldn't come out.

They wheeled me into an examination room, and I heard them discussing the amount of blood loss. Panic settled in my chest as one nurse asked, "Are you pregnant?" just as I laid on the hard bed.

I froze.

"No," I lied. My voice came out weaker than I intended.

The nurse frowned, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at my abdomen. I closed my eyes and prayed she'd drop it.

"We'll have to run some tests," she said handing me one of those ugly hospital gowns. "Wear this, I'll be back in a few minutes"

I nodded, unable to argue.

Another nurse came in to get an IV going on my arm and take my vitals.

"Sorry" she said. "I'm going to wrap your ankle now"

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An hour later, the truth I'd been dreading was out in the open.

A nurse returned with my test results and gently confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant. Or rather, I had been. She explained the bleeding and pain: I had miscarried.

My stomach churned as tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to feel relieved, but all I could feel was guilt, even though I didn't do anything wrong.

"It's okay, sweetheart," the nurse said, placing a comforting hand on my arm. "You're young, and this doesn't define you. But we'll need to inform your guardian."

"No!" I snapped, louder than I intended. "Please don't tell anyone. I'm begging you."

The nurse hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"Legally, we're required to inform someone, especially since you're a minor," she said apologetically.

"But you can't..." My voice cracked.