I'll Be Here - A Larry Stylinson Mpreg

Part 5 - Freak

The bandage wrapped around my wrist made my skin itch. I placed my hand on my damaged wrist. I haven't seen Louis for more than a week, he hasn't come home. I called everyone. Liam says he hasn't seen him, even Louis Mum. I was worried and most certainly frightened over the circumstances at hand.

The clock in the hospital waiting room ticked emphatically which was getting on my nerves with each second. I decided that something had to be done about this baby. I still could not fathom that I was with child, it just wasn't right. I agreed to Dr H's word to come into the hospital for further testing although I did not want to. I raise my hand to my stomach, 6 weeks from today. I would be lying if I was to say that I wanted this child, I was in no state of raising it and come on I'm a man! It just wasn't right.

After an hour of disapproving and confused stares from newly mothers in the maternity ward waiting room, I was called in for examination. Dr H was there and so was a series of other researchers.

"Hello Harry" he says with a reassuring smile "glad you came."

I gave him a simple nod. He then holds up a change of hospital robes. "Put these on, there's a change room round back." I take the robes and follow his instructions to the change room. The robes made me feel extremely exposed as I had no clothes on underneath. Once I was dressed, I returned to the examination.

"Remarkable!" one doctor states as I walk into the room "absolutely remarkable" he was looking at the ultra sound pictures. They all turn to me startled; there were at least five of them each in long lab coats all wanting a taste of this historical event. The first man to become pregnant.

"Uhh Harry" Dr H places his hand on my shoulder "This is Dr Marshal, White, Williams, Kim and Hammond" He points at each doctor. I receive a greeting from them all, I reply with a slight wave. I was ushered to an examining table, they stated with and ultra sound where all their faces were written with pure shock of what was inside me. They then took my blood and blood pressure. I felt useless, like they were using me as an object of testing and not as an actual human being. God I wish Louis was here, I wanted him next to me like he was at the hospital.

After the rounds of examination, the doctors left the room leaving me alone with Dr H. I sat up on the cold metal table whilst he pulled a chair next to me. "I am going to have to ask a few questions. Is that okay?" he flips a page over on his clip board and pulls a pen from his chest pocket. I nod my head to reply but looking at my feet.

He looks up from his clip board and looks at me with concern. "Harry" he rest the clip board on his lap "are you okay?"

"Amazing" I say dripping with sarcasm. My gaze turned to him "I feel like shit" I reply honestly then look back at my feet.

"You look frightened" He says crossing his legs.

"What makes you think that?" I asked rolling my eyes.

He gave me a sympathetic smile "I know this is hard and a lot to take in but I promise you, we will not harm you in anyway." He wheels himself a bit closer "I promise you I will not hurt you."

I bit my lip, I'm not going to lie, I did trust him. He must of gone through so much trouble just to get the other researchers out of the room let alone stopping them doing things to me I wasn't comfortable with. I nod my head a few times believing him. Then there was a long pause of awkwardness, a lot longer than intended. I gave a sigh to defuse the tension.

"Right" he perks up, clicking the pen with his thumb. "Okay the first questions are simply just health check questions so, any allergies?"

"None" I reply

"Any heart, lungs, liver or anyone health problems that we should know of?"

"Nope"

"Are you HIV or HPV positive?"