He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Double Whammy

Alex gave a small smile.  I knew that he probably had very little energy and wanted to sleep.  I sat there holding his hand and staring at his face while listening to his heart monitor.  "So I guess I lost huh?"

"I feel like there is no losing in this situation."

"True, either way, we both come back to each other."  I stood up and gently and kissed him on the lips. His heart monitor skyrocketed as our lips collided.  I pulled away quickly in shock.  His lips were pursed as he stared at the machine.  "Well, I guess you know how I react every time we kiss."

"Always?"

"Always."  My body shook with laughter.  I kissed him on the head and turned to leave.  I was pushing my limits in this hospital, and I was feeling nauseous.  I was hit on by the valet guy as he sent another one to fetch my car.  "What brings you here?"

"My boyfriend is in the hospital."

"Oh, I'm sorry!  What for?"

"He had cancer."

"Had?"

"Yeah."  The older guy pulled up with my car.  I didn't even say goodbye as I climbed into the cab and drove away.  I got home as my mom put dinner on the table.  I walked in as the smell of chicken alfredo wafted through the rooms making my mouth water.  Wait, that wasn't water...  

I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach into the toilet.  I went into the kitchen to grab some saltine crackers.  I inhaled the scent of my favorite food again and didn't even try to make to back to the bathroom, I went straight for the trashcan.  My mom held my hair back as I heaved the fluid on top of banana peels and coffee grounds.  "Honey, are you okay?"

"I have no idea.  I started feeling nauseous when I left Alex.  Then I smelt the food and just threw up."  She rubbed my back as we went back to my room.  I laid in bed while she went to retrieve ginger ale and the crackers I was searching for earlier.  I ate them slowly.  I didn't feel sick, I just threw up.  

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I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up sick.  I emptied the soda and crackers from last night.  I still didn't feel sick.  I brushed my teeth and practically chugged Listerine until my mouth didn't taste like donkey ass.  I sat there debating whether or not to go to school until Chyna burst into my room. Well, my mind was made up.  I pulled on another one of Alex's hoodies and sweatpants, I could honestly care less.  

I didn't even bother to brush my hair as I crawled into Chyna's car.  I didn't want to drive.  She drove carefully so it wouldn't upset my stomach.  We got to school.  "Could you be pregnant?"

"No, Alex can't have kids."

"He's not the only one that has fucked you."

"Please don't even go there."  She sighed and exited the car.  I already made plans to skip lunch and go see Alex.  

Luckily, I didn't throw up in Spanish, English, or Math.  I did get some weird looks since it was two days since Alex was there, I was wearing his clothes, and I looked like a piece of shit today.  I went out the back doors and walked home.  I raced to the hospital after changing into jeans.  

I parked myself since a lot of spots were empty and waited impatiently in the elevator to get to the fourth floor.  I made it into Alex's room as he was eating and felt the bile rise in my throat as I ran to the bathroom.

I saw him start to get up out of the corner of my eye and tried to get him to stay still.  He realized he couldn't help me when the second he stood up, he fell down.  I flushed the throw-up and leaned in the doorway.  "I don't want to get you sick."

"I've been sick for three years, a stomach bug ain't going to kill me."  I shook my head as he started eating again.  I haven't eaten in two damn days and here he is scarfing down a hamburger.  My stomach growled and I glared at the food.  I walked over and picked up a french fry.  The second I touched it to my tongue I ran to the bathroom again.  Fuck my life.  

Unbenounced to me, Alex pressed the nurse call button and in a matter of seconds, two nurse's were in the room.  "My girlfriend is sick."

"No, I'm fine, I think it is just food poisoning."  The nurses grabbed me by the arms and sat me on the couch. One went back and flushed the shit down the toilet.  The other one sat next to me and pulled a piece of paper out of one of her pockets.  "What is the last thing you ate?"

"A salad from my school."

"Have you eaten this before?"

"Almost every day."

"When is the last time you had sex?"  I choked and Alex's eyes grew larger than softballs.  

"Um, three days ago."  She turned to Alex and as if asking if it was him.  He flushed and looked at his IV.

"Is there any possibility that you could be pregnant?"

"No, Alex told me he couldn't have kids."  The nurse nodded and wrote that down.  

"What about Mike?"  I glared at Alex and he just looked at me.  The other nurse left and came back with a pregnancy test.  I didn't want to pee on a stick.  There was no way that I was pregnant.  I stomped into the bathroom and did it anyways.  After washing my hands, I grabbed the fortune teller and left the room.  Alex was sitting at the end of his bed and I sat next to him.  He laid his head on mine and I glanced at the nurses.

Fifteen minute's later, they grabbed it from me and stared at the screen.  "I'm sorry miss, but you're pregnant."

Fuck.  My.  Life.

The nurse's left the room and Alex wrapped his hand around my waist.  'Accidentally' leaving his hand on my abdomen.  "How are you not mad?"

"I am, but I know, it is not your fault, nor is it this child's."

"Quite frankly, I am terrified.  I am too young to raise a kid, and you don't deserve this because you didn't sign up for it."

"I don't love you any less, and I will love this kid because it is a part of you."  He kissed my head when the nurse's came back into the room and dragged me out of it.  Alex wanted to come, but they strictly said no.  They took me to get a papsmear.

"Congratulations, you my dear, are having twins!"

"T-t-t-twins?!"  I looked at the screen and saw two little orbs.

Yet again, Fuck.  My.  Life.