Die For You

Surprises

That morning, Jon woke up feeling extremely nauseous. He groaned, holding his stomach, and made his way to the bathroom. He sat in front of the toilet gagging for a few minutes. He gagged one last time, this time throwing up. He gagged some more and puked again. He groaned and rested his head on the toilet. He decided to go lay back down since it was his day off. He grabbed a trashcan and made his way back to his bed. Setting it down next to him, he got under the covers and tried his best to go to sleep, but his stomach kept him up. He gagged and leaned over the trashcan, puking violently into it. 'ugh...must have the damn flu.' He thought to himself. He also noticed that he had a pounding headache. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples to try to relieve the pain. It didn't work. He gagged and puked into the trashcan again. He decided to call Joe, who was now his boyfriend, and let him know what was going on. Joe answered the phone right away.

“Hello, Love.”

“Hey, babe...” Jon said weakly.

“You okay, Jon? You sound horrible.”

“No I have been sick all morning. Puking my-” He gagged again, leaning over the trashcan and puking again. “I'm puking my guts out and my head is fucking killing me.”

“Do you want me to come over? Cause I can drop everything I'm doing right now and come help you.”

“I can't keep anything down I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Can you take me to the hospital?”

“Yeah sure, Love. Be there right away.” Jon hung up the phone, and got up and went into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet gagging.

Within five minutes, Joe was there. He found Jon in the bathroom and said, “Damn Jon you look like shit.”

“I feel like-” He pauses, and pukes again. “I feel like it...”

Joe helped him get up. Jon flushed the toilet and went to get his shoes on. They made their way to the car, Jon puking one more time before getting in. They drove to the hospital, where Jon instantly ran into the nearest bathroom, vomiting. When he was done he went and sat down waiting for the doctors to call him and Roman back. Finally, a doctor came out and called them back. They were guided to a room with a scale and other stuff in it. Jon groaned, holding his stomach tightly as the doctor asked him what was going on.

“I've been puking since I woke up this morning and I can't keep anything down. Plus my head feels like it's gonna explode.” He put his hand over his mouth and motioned to the trashcan. The doctor handed it to him. Jon took it, gagging and puking into it.

“Well, let's get an ultrasound to see what's bugging your tummy.” The doctor told them. He started his examination with it. “Aha. I've found the culprit. You're pregnant, Jon.”

“What?!!!! How is that even possible?!!!!”

“Looks like you were born with a male uterus. Now...looks like there are two fetuses there. A little boy...and a little girl. But one of them looks really small and has a irregular heartbeat. Do you smoke, Jon?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I suggest you quit, or else this little one won't make it. We'll also get you on some prenatal vitamins. I'd like you to follow up with an OB as soon as possible.” He said, handing Jon a prescription slip for prenatal vitamins. Jon took it and put it in his pocket.

“Is there anything you can give me for the nausea?”

“No, I'm afraid there's not anything I can give you. Sorry.”

“It's fine.” Jon said, groaning.

Joe and Jon made their way back out to the car. Joe looked at Jon, who was bent over the grass gagging. “Jon, ain't no way I'm letting you stay home alone in the condition that you are in. You are gonna move in with me, okay?”

He stopped gagging long enough to say, “Okay. We just need to get my clothes then.” He bent over again and puked violently. Joe rubbed Jon's back as he continued to get violently sick. When Jon was finally done throwing up, they got in the car and drove back to Jon's house to pick up his clothes and other personal belongings.