Markiplier Imagines

79. I Feel Sick

This imagine is a continuation of the previous two imagines. If you haven't read them, I suggest you start from imagine number 77, to avoid confusion!

"Aw, come on, smile. It can't be that bad."

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Positive. Each and every test that you took had come out positive. More and more tears flooded your eyes.

"You have to see a doctor." Lauren ordered.

You walked out of the bathroom, tears falling down your face.

"Hey, gorgeous." Mark stepped in front of you. "What's the matter?"

You didn't say anything.

"Aw, come on, smile. It can't be that bad."

You looked Mark in the eyes, not afraid to tell him your news.

"Mark, I'm pregnant. Guess what? It's yours." With that said, you walked away from him.

"What?" He shouted back. "(Y/N). (Y/N)!"

He ran after you. "Are-are you joking? Please tell me that you're kidding."

You handed him the positive tests. "No. I'm not. Thanks for the lousy sex, Mark Fischbach." You said, walking away again.

More and more tears flooded your eyes. You kept your head held down to avoid being seen. You didn't know what to do, you didn't know where to go, or who to talk to.

Upon wondering, you stumbled across the guidance counselor's office. You stood outside the door, looking at the name engraved on a plaque;

Mr. Jason Molina, Guidance Counselor

You knocked on the door, letting yourself in.

"M-Mr. Molina?" You asked, looking around the small office. You saw a tall, skinny man with a hot five o clock shadow. His hair was shaggy and his eyes were a golden brown. (For visualization, he looks like Jacksepticeye but with brown eyes.)

"Hey. Can I help you?" Mr. Molina asked.

You could feel your pupils dilate by the second.

You knew you were gonna miss the easy things in life, such as crushing on gorgeous teachers.

"I, uh... I just wanted to talk." You said.

"Oh, okay!" He smiled. His teeth were whiter than the clouds in the sky. "Just have a seat." He said, motioning to a chair. You scanned his hand, looking for a ring.

None. You smiled inside. Even though it was never going to happen, you were still happy.

"So, what do you want to talk about, uh-"

"(Y/N)." You completed.

"(Y/N). I love it. Go on." He smiled.

"Um... I just wanted to ask a hypothetical question?"

"Go on." He repeated.

"If a student were to get pregnant... Would they be allowed back in school?" You asked.

"Where is this coming from?" He asked.

"Uh, it's all hypothetical." You waved.

Mr. Molina gave you a look. "I don't think it is." He said, squinting.

"Um, you know what, I think this was a bad I idea..." You said, starting to walk out of his office.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Come back!" Mr. Molina called out. You stopped in your tracks. "I can tell that you were crying before you can here." Your counselor continued.

"I was." You said, your back still to him. "What's wrong?" He asked you. You finally turned around. "I can't say." You said, your voice breaking.

"Sit down." Mr. Molina ordered. You did as you were told.

"I, uh, I think I'm pregnant." You said.

Mr. Molina didn't say anything after that. He reached into his drawer and he pulled out a pregnancy test.

"This is a pregnancy test that doctors recommend. They're better than the drugstore ones, and more accurate, too. I'll write you a pass to your next class. Go take it." Mr. Molina said, handing it to you.

You took the test from your guidance counselor and headed to the bathroom.

• • •

You waited two minutes and put the test back in the box. You couldn't look at the test results. You headed back to the guidance counselor's office, placing the box on his desk.

"So, what were the results?" Mr. Molina asked. You shrugged;

"I don't know, I was too scared to look."

Mr. Molina grabbed your hands, looking into your eyes;

"(Y/N), whatever the result may be, you will always have people to help you out."

You sighed deeply, reaching into the box.

You looked at the results.

They were negative. Negative.

You weren't pregnant!

Nothing but relief and happiness filled your body.

"I-I'm not pregnant. It's negative. It's negative!" You said, smiling, standing from your seat.

"See? Nothing to worry about!" Mr. Molina said, smiling, his hands in the air.

"Oh, Mr. Molina, thank you so much." You said, giving him the biggest hug.

"Oh! You're welcome." He said, hugging you back. Before he could say anything else, you ran to Mark's current class.

You looked through the classroom window, waving him out. He excused himself, walking out of the classroom.

"Hey, (Y/N). I've been thinking about it, and I want to be involved with my child. I'll do whatever it takes to be a good dad and-"

"Mark. I'm not pregnant." You grinned.

"Oh, thank God!" He said, picking you up and spinning you around.

He smiled at you, kissing your lips. Maybe sex with the playboy wasn't bad after all...

You will never forget about your pregnancy scare.

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