I feel sick. The nauseous way my stomach turns as I empty its contents is making me dizzy. The smell of what is coming out is even worse, it almost succeeding in making me throw up once again. My arms shake as I steady myself against the toilet bowl in Hoseok's bathroom, them trembling like crazy.
"Jagyia? What's going on?"
I mentally curse in my head as Hoseok's voice floats in from the hallway, my eyes closing in dread. I had been hoping that I would feel better by the time he got back from work, but it looks like I was wrong. I can clearly hear his footsteps as they come closer and closer to where I am sitting, my body so depleted of energy that I can't even lift my head.
"Oh my gosh......what happened? Are you ok?"
Yes Hoseok. My head is practically shoved down a toilet, my stomach is cramping from the position I am in, and I can't keep my eyes open. I am perfectly fine.
God. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
As soon as he makes his way over to where I am my stomach heaves again, my head spinning in dizzying circle as I wretch into the toilet again. A soft curse exits his mouth before he sinks to his knees next to me, his warmth surrounding me. One of his hands is on my upper back, while the other is holding my hair out of the way.
I don't want him to see me like this. I don't want him to see this side of me at all, but I must admit that having him here is putting me at ease. I can slowly feel myself calm down, my breathing mellowing out as my stomach settles.
And that's that. The nausea goes away as fast as it had appeared, leaving me with an unsettling feeling. I spit before reaching up and flushing my sick down the toilet, watching as it disappears.
"Is everything ok now?" Hoseok asks quietly, his hand still on my back. I silently nod my head as I brush my teeth, splashing some cold water onto my burning face as well. I meet his eyes through the reflection in the mirror and try and smile, but it comes out like more of a grimace.
He doesn't look convinced at all. He shakes his head before pulling his keys from out of his pocket, reaching down and grasping my hand.
"I can't take that chance. We are going to see a doctor."
..............
"I don't want to be here. Let's go home Hobi."
I groan when he shakes his head, flopping down in my seat like the immature twelve-year-old I am.
"Not until we are sure that nothing serious is wrong with you" he says without even looking at me, scrolling through his feed.
"But I feel fine!"
It's true. I feel fine right now. The sickness had started earlier this morning, but it had stopped after only a few minutes. Then it started back up again right before Hoseok had come home today, leading us to where we are now.
The walls of the room we are in are sterile and white, even though we are in an emergency room and not an actual hospital. The reclining chair that the patients are supposed to sit in lies empty. I didn't like the way it felt so I sat on Hoseok's lap for a while. He promptly kicked me off though, saying that he didn't want me to get him sick.
I stop whining and sit up straight when the Doctor that I was assigned comes back into the room, leaning forward in my seat as he looks down at his clipboard.
"So? What's wrong with her?" Hoseok asks impatiently, grabbing onto my hand and squeezing it gently. The Doctor smiles softly at us, immediately making me relax.
"Well, I took a look at the pee sample she gave me, as well as the results from her blood pressure and heartbeat, and I have some good news."
I can hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, my skin prickling in my nervousness. I can't seem to breathe as he says the words that I had been praying weren't true, but knew deep inside that was the case.
"You're pregnant."
Everything seems to slow down as I turn to look at Hoseok, my eyes filling with tears. He looks happy. No. He looks overjoyed. That's not why I'm so sad though. He shouldn't be this happy over something like this. Has he forgotten about what I did?
I clear my throat in order to get rid of the lump in my throat, wiping my eyes off on the back of my hand before I speak.
"I want to get a paternity test."
