INSTA-Daddy

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I woke up being blinded by a bright white light. Once my sight got back to normal I noted that it was just the light from the ceiling light bulb. I slightly shifted my body to adjust my position on the bed, realizing that I wasn't in my bedroom nor was I wearing my clothes. It was actually a white robe-- the kinds you wear when you get confined in hospitals.

There was a tube-like thing pinned through the back of my palms' flesh that connected to an IVF bag hanging from a stand beside the bed I was lying on. On the other side was a small drawer with a plastic bag on its surface. It was then that I figured out where I was exactly. Hmmn, I wonder how I got here.

Remembering what happened last night, I figured out the possible reason why I was here. Then I remembered another thing. I felt my heart skipped a beat knowing that I possibly passed out during that weird argument-- although I wouldn't really call it an argument, between Tom and Cameron and that my baby could be affected. There's also that possibility that the doctors would know my situation and whoever brought me here would be able to know my secret.

Then my sight transferred to the clock placed against the wall right above the door.

I blinked hard then the thought of leaving placed itself on my mind. I had school today and I had missed it. As I was about to hop off the hospital bed, the door suddenly opened.

Wes' head peered in the doorway's opening and saw me trying to get off the bed. I reluctantly halted and remained still upon seeing him come in with a smile.

"She's awake," he uttered while looking back at Liz who was entering the door behind him. Both of them came forward.

"Hey guys," I greeted them with half a smile. They smiled back.

Now I remembered. Before I passed out last night, I had texted them about my whereabouts and about a vague summary regarding the scene that happened along with it.

"How are you doing?" Liz asked.

"Well, I am in a hospital bed so..." I was being cynical but meant no harm.  I ended with shaking my head accompanied by an amused chuckle. A chuckle that was brought by the tension and stress I've been getting for the past days from some of the people around me.

Just like what my brother Gray always say, 'Feeling stress? Laugh it off.'

"Hey," Wes said, grabbing a notebook out from his backpack. He reached it over to me and I accepted it.

"So, exams are coming up next week and we wouldn't want you to miss out on today's lesson," he continued. I flipped the cover open and skimmed on some of the writings on it. It's admiring to see that despite Wes' disorganized appearance, his notes are highly organized. Plus, he has a really great penmanship.

Oh and did I just hear him say exams???

"Ah yes. Miss Kelly was upset you couldn't make it to class today so she told me to hand you this as well," Liz spoke, handing me some papers stapled together. It was 3 pages, I noted.

"Handouts for today's class," Liz went on.

Sinking in the word 'exam', I slightly slammed my palm against my forehead. I can't believe I forgot about the upcoming exams!

"Shoot. Thanks guys," was my response. I placed the notebook and stapled papers on top of the drawer beside the bed.

Now I really need to go home and study. Exams are next week, then after exams we have a scheduled meeting for the student council bodies regarding the school's  Charter Day Festival. Then I'm gonna have my first ultrasound. Also, there's the little problem now with Cameron and Tom.