"Spencer, the wedding is tomorrow, and you're still sick." Toby stated, "You're not going."
I couldn't even fight anymore. I was so weak. I had a gigantic migraine, a sore throat, and I felt like throwing up every five seconds. My back ached, and my I couldn't even walk anymore.
"I'm going to call Melissa. I'm sure she'll understand."
"No, I'm going." I say. It's all I can say. My voice is so frail that it hurts when I speak. I hate having to be so stubborn, but Toby needs to know that I'm not going to bail on Melissa. She's my sister. My only sister. My only sibling. I have to be at her wedding.
Toby groans. "I'm taking you to the emergency room." He says. He carries me to the car, buckles Valerie in, and takes me to the hospital.
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We waited in the ER for two hours before they actually took me to the room. Toby was telling them what was wrong with me, and I just laid on the hospital bed, too sick to function.
"Here, sit on this." The doctor said, placing a wheelchair in front of me, so I didn't have to walk. This brought back the awful memory of my car accident, and how I was in a wheelchair for six weeks. Toby lifted me up and put me in the chair, asking if I was okay. I nodded, even though I felt awful.
A million things happened all at once. I was taken to another room, and they did several things with me. They took my blood pressure, an ultrasound, my heart rate, even an x-ray.
They almost gave up, until they found something in my stomach. My heart leaped. I had a feeling what it was, and I didn't want to be wrong. Toby looked at me, and I knew he thought the same thing. Maybe it was a mistake the first time. Maybe I can have kids. If this is actually a baby, I might be the happiest person in the world.
But of course, with my terrible luck, I was wrong.
"I just received your results," the doctor said. I held Toby's hand in excitement.
Say it.
It's a baby.
I'm pregnant.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cavanaugh, but it's a tumor."
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