Riarkle: How love evolves

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Riley
As I sat next to my sleeping fiancé in his stuffy hospital room. I was trapped. Not in the room. Not in this chair that is squeezing my ass together. In my head. I thought of plans. Physical therapy for Farkle. And we'll have to stay here until he's finished with physical therapy. And travel won't be easy on him. And I'm 18. I have enough credits to graduate. I can go to school. And Farkle can  do online school. We can move out here. Josh and Maya they can get the studio upstairs. My heart begins racing. I start hyperventilating. Maya walks in the room and sees me. She sits in front of me and attempts to calm me down. I can't hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding. Thump. Thump. Thump. I take deep breaths. The thumping goes away and the buzzing of the machines fill the room.
"How are you Riles." Maya smiles at me 
"I'm nauseous and I threw up this morning. But it could be because I had a fish taco for breakfast."
"I'm had two this morning and I didn't throw up." She points out. I check my calendar.
"I'm late." Her eyes widen.
She grabs my wrist and guides me to a shop downstairs. I wait outside and she comes out with a little brown bag. I find the nearest bathroom. I motion for Maya to come in with me. I set the timer on my phone for two minutes.
"Maya what if I'm pregnant. Farkle just got shot. Tiffany is still out there. I just turned 18. I'm moving to London." I rant. She stops me 
"What. No you can't leave me. I need you." She cries.
"There's a studio above my apartment. You have the money from Shawn from your 16th and 18th. And then the money for college we can go to college here. We can intern at my mom's firm for the rest of the summer. And then in the fall we can go to guardian. And then with my mom's connections have a great job at the firm."
"How long have you thought about this." She laughs.
"Since he got out of surgery."  I laugh. I look down at my phone. 10 seconds.
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I flip over the stick. And reveal two pink lines. I slide down the wall and sob.
"I'm not ready. I can't be pregnant. I can't have a baby right now. Maya promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I promise." She takes my hand. As I sob into her shoulder. There's to much going on right now. I can't. Farkle almost just died.