Why? // Bade.

8. The Nine Month Stomach Flu.

Beck's POV

Wow, I've dated Jade for about three years on and off and have never seen her this sick. She fell asleep a couple minutes ago. Looking at her now brings a smile to my face. She looks so peaceful.
I sit down next to her. "Three years. Wow. Now, you're peaceful and happy."
Someone knocks on the door a minute later. I open it.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
It's Tori.
"What do you need?"
She looks past me and sees Jade. Probably her bra or something too. I shut the door behind me.
"Umm.. Sikowitz says he wants everyone down for lunch. Well, except Jade."
"Okay, give me a minute."
As I walk back into the room I hear Tori mutter something under her breath. I don't catch what she says though.
I grab a different plaid shirt and brush my hair. Then I head to lunch. Hopefully Jade doesn't wake up while I'm gone.
Tori, Sikowitz, Andre, Robbie, and Cat sit at the table waiting for me.
"How's Jade doing?" Cat asks.
"Same."
We all get up and head to the buffet table. I grab a grilled cheese sandwich and some ketchup.
When I walk back to the table, the only words I hear are morning sickness before everybody shuts up.

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Jade's POV

My week was about the same everyday. I woke up in the morning, and I had I run to the bathroom. My period's still late, but I guess it's from being so sick.
This morning, I woke up crying because my stomach hurt so badly.
"Okay, that's it Jade," Beck says. I woke him up.
"I'm sorry," I say, gasping for breath. "It hurts so badly."
"I need to get you to a doctor," He says. He picks me up bridal style and I rest my head on his chest.
"Bathroom!" He rushes me to the toilet and I barf everything I ate last night.
Beck picks me back up and carries me three blocks to the doctor's office. The whole way I cry. "Why does it hurt so badly, Beck?"
"It'll be okay."
He walks up to the receptionist and asks for the quickest appointment as possible. She sees me and says we can go in in fifteen minutes.
"Bathroom!"

"Jade West."
Beck and I stand up and the receptionist guides us to a room.
"Beck, I'm fine. You can wait out in the waiting room."
"Are you sure?"
"Ya."
As he and the receptionist leave, I clutch my stomach and hold my breath. How can this just be the stomach flu?
A couple minutes later, a doctor comes into the room. Her blonde hair is in a perfect pony and she has stunning blue eyes.
"Okay Jade, why are you here today?"
"Umm... I live in Hollywood and last week when we came down here I got super sick. I've been throwing up, my stomach hurts like crap."
"Has anything else been happening?" She asks.
"Umm.... I'm always hungry?"
"Anything else?"
"My period's a week late."
"Ah." She scribbles down something on her notepad. "Okay, I have one last question."
"Which is?" I was starting to get impatient.
"Have you ever had sexual intercourse?"
I stare at her. "Why?"
"As a doctor, I need to know. Please do not lie."
"Fine," I say with a huff. "I live with my boyfriend. What do you think?"
"Last time you had it?"
"Oh my g-"
"Jade, do you want to know what's wrong with you or not?"
"I don't see how this helps anything."
"It changes everything," She says. "When was the last time?"
"Umm.... Last week."
"First time?"
"Umm... About a month and a half ago."
"How old are you?" She asks.
"18."
"That explains somethings...." She scribbles more onto her sketch pad.
"So what type of stomach flu do I have?" I ask.
"Oh... You don't have... the stomach flu," She says shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
"What do I have? Is it on that sheet of paper?" I ask, she's starting to worry me.
"Jade, you're pregnant."

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"I'm what?!" I scream.
This can't be happening, this can't be happening. This cannot be happening!
What are the signs again though?
-Morning sickness
Check.
-Cravings
Check.
-Bloated Abdomen
Check.
-Crazy emotions
Check I think.
-Late Period
Check.
"You got it wrong! I can't be!"
"Jade, you are."
"No!" Now I'm crying. I can't have a baby for these reasons:
-I hate kids.
-I don't want to be responsible.
-I'm only 18.
-I don't want to push the stupid thing out.
-I won't be able to go to parties.
-I'll be judged at school.
-Beck and I aren't even married.
Beck. What do I tell him?
"No...." I whisper looking down at my belly. I pull my shirt up and look at it. "I don't want it. Please no."
The doctor sighs and shuffles through a drawer.
"Here's a pregnancy test. You can pee on it whenever."
"I have to get an abortion," I say quietly.
I've never been soft hearted. But those words hurt. I can't just kill a child. But I can't just take care of it.
"I suggest you don't do that just yet. Talk to your hus- your boyfriend."
I take the pregnancy test and put it in my pocket.
"Thanks...." I whisper and wipe away my tears. I open the door and let out another sob.
This can't be happening. It just.... Can't.
Why me?
"So... What's wrong with you?" Beck asks when I go to him.
"N-nothing. Just the stomach flu," I say and hug him.
Just a nine month stomach flu.
Sure. Nothing's wrong.

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