Fifty Shades of Dove and Grenade

Sick Feeling

The next couple weeks have flown by like birds migrating.
I still remember that night with Jordan. I smile thinking about it, remembering everything we did.
As I'm driving, my stomach started to tighten and I slammed on my brakes. Thank goodness I was on a back road. I start to breath heavily as I open my car door in a rush to get some fresh air.
Stumbling out on to the dirt road, I hunched over by a patch of vegetation and began to vomit. I clutched my stomach with my hand while the other held up my hair. What the hell is happening to me?
I panic as vomit continues to dribble from my lips. I clutch my stomach tightly to prevent myself from falling over. My insides are attacking me by throwing up even more.
I notice another car zoom past me, but it halts as it notices my sick figure.
The person rolls down the window "Are you ok?" A sweet voice asks with worry.
I struggle to speak, but I manage to sputter "I-I need-I need a d-doctor..."
"Ok, get in." He exits the car, and holds the front door open for me.
As soon as the ignition starts in his car, he hands me a paper bag.
"Throw up in here."
I gag "Thanks."
I vomit for what felt like forever (even though it was only five minutes).
When I finally stop, he asks "I never did get your name. What is it?"
"I-I'm R-Randi." I stutter "W-what's your's?"
"Phillip, but please call me Phil." He replies as his blue eyes twinkle in the car mirror.
"It's n-nice to m-me-meet you." I blush.
"You too, Randi." He smiles as he tussles his hair that's dyed blue to match his eyes.
"H-how long until we're th-there?" I gasp, almost wanting to puke again.
"About ten more minutes. Can you hang on that long?"
"Yes. I-I think s-so..." I whimper.
"Ok, good!" He smiles as he starts playing music by Pierce The Veil on his speakers.
For some odd reason, their screaming lyrics calmed me down, until we arrived at a small, slightly shabby doctor's office.
I stumble out of his car, and almost fall on the pavement. Phil notices and carries me bridal style into the building.
"You're really strong." I whisper.
"Thanks." He smiles while pushing the door open with his butt.
He proceeds to dash to the front desk. "I need a doctor as soon as possible. She's not very well, please just find a doctor."
"Ok," the receptionist smiles "I'll take her in right now."
"Thank you." Phil smiles as he assists the receptionist in being my human crutches, and guiding me to a room.
They set me gently upon a bed in the entrance, and Phil exits the room.
"I'll wait for you, Randi." He smiles, closing the door behind me.
The receptionist waits until he's gone. Then, she asks in a southern accent "What's bothering you, hon?"
"My stomach hurts, a-and I've been vo-vomiting." I struggle, clutching my stomach as it tightens again.
"How 'bout we run some tests and do a ultrasound to see just what's bugging you?"
I nod weakly, my stomach tightening even more.
I cringe.
"Now, can you remove your hands from your stomach, dear?" She asks kindly.
I obey like a puppy, and pry my hands off the aching pain. No more than a second later, an ultrasound screener hovers over my stomach, and showing my insides on another screen in the room.
The doctor released a short gasp before reaching for her clipboard and quickly scribbling something on it. "Alright. Please excuse me as I go put these results into the computer. If you need to throw up, there is either the trash can in the room or the restrooms are right down the hall to the left."
I kindly took advantage of her offer, and up chucked my insides in the trash can. It surprisingly felt really good to let my insides out. While puking, I wondered what is causing my internal pain. The curiosity loomed over my head like the stars in the sky, until the doctor returned with her notes, and a concerned look on her face.
"S-so, what is it d-doctor?" I wheezed, breathless from vomiting.
"I don't know how to put this, Mrs.Terrell," she seemed nervous because while speaking, she was cringing and rubbing her palms together. "But you-you...you're pregnant."
"Wh-What?! Are you serious?!"
"Yes," she sighed "Its what's causing your stomach pain."
I suddenly feel my surroundings disappearing into a black abyss, my vision is fading to blackness, I'm spinning and stumbling towards the ground. I'm falling faster and my sight is blackening each second, until I lose all my senses, and collide with the ground.
"Randi? Randi!" I hear a familiar voice and notice a blurred face staring at me with blue eyes, drowned with concern.
"Uhh..." I moan.
"Randi? Are you still alive?" The voice and face became clearer. It was Phil.
"Phil?" I mumble, delirious "W-where am I?"
"You're in the doctor's office. You were out for so long, I thought you were dead." He smiled. "Thank God, you're not."
I blush "Yeah..."
"Just curious, what's causing your pain?" He asks, cleaning my lips with a napkin.
I answer, still in shock of the results "Well...I-I'm pregnant."
His eyes widen as his jaw drops like an elevator
I knew it shocked him.
However, instead of looking frightened, a gaping smile stretched across his face.
"Well, congratulations!" He smiles as he assists me to my feet.
"W-why are you con-congratulating m-me?" I mumble, confused.
"Well, you're having a baby, aren't you? Whether you're married or not, it's still a thing to celebrate." His eyes reflect his happiness, making him look like an anime character.
"Th-thanks," I smile weakly. "But I'm married, don't worry."
"Well, then he or she is gonna have an amazing child with you!"
He's so kind and cheerful, I'm curious if he's married.
"Hey, Phil?" I ask.
"Yeah?"
"Are you married?"
He's silent for a minute, the smile fades from his lips, but answers "Well...truth is, I'm gay, but I'm not married to anyone."
"Oh," I reply. "That's cool."
"Heh, thanks." He blushes, tussling his hair once again. "But there is someone I like."
"Who's that?" I ask, suddenly curious.
"I doubt he'd ever like me back, but his name is Matty." He answers, blushing.