Sex, Drugs and Emo Rock

Wait...What? Omg

Tj's POV:

Three weeks into this tour and I'm throwing up the contents of my stomach for the third time today. And it's only nine thirty. I fear the worst. I soon feel a hand brush my hair away from my face, another rubbing circles on my back. Somehow able to stop puking for the moment, I look up, only to see Max.

"Does anyone else know about how sick you are, now?" He asks, softly.

"I hope not." I reply, shortly before flinging my head back into the toilet bowl. "I need to get to a doctor."

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Max, thankfully, drove me to the emergency room. Ronnie let us take his car. Why Ronnie had his own car on tour, I will never know.

In the waiting room, Max was still rubbing small circles on my back, attempting to help relieve my stress and calm my nerves.

"Thomas Bell?" The nurse called, finally. I stood up, slowly, trying not to throw up again. Max followed quickly behind. "Alright, so what's going on?"

"I've been really sick the past couple of days. Started about four days ago. Headache, nausea, vomiting. Pregnancy symptoms, basically." I replied as I put a hand on my stomach. The nurse simply nodded. Typing something out. Probably that I'm crazy.

"Alright, Thomas, here's what I'll do." The nurse began, reaching into one of the closets and pulling out a white gown. "I'm going to give you a gown, you'll need to take off everything from the waist down and the doctor will be in shortly."

"Thank you." I reply, softly. Soon as she left, I did as I was told, removing my sweat pants and boxers, placing them in the chair in the room.

"So," Max began, turning back around to face me once more. "Do you even want a baby?"

"I'm not even sure." I reply, sitting back up on the exam table. "I mean, part of me wants to, but there's still that part of me that wants to be immature and reckless." There was a knock on the door and the doctor came in.

"Hello," She said, walking over to the sink and washing her hands. "So how are we today?"

"Sick." I replied.

"Aw, sorry to hear that." The doctor said, sympathetically. "So, my nurse tells me you're having symptoms of pregnancy?"

"Yeah." I don't think she believes me. "I was born with male and female reproductive organs."

"Well, you wouldn't be the first with that condition I've seen." The doctor walks over, lightly putting her stethoscope on my stomach. "Alright, let's have a quick look." With that, she pulled the stirrups out from their places on either side of the table. I got nervous just seeing them. What? Unless I actually know the person, that includes doctors, I can't stand being touched down there. "Pull yourself forward as much as you can and put your feet in the stirrups for me." I gulped, but did as I was told. Upon putting my feet up, I felt a hand rest on mine. Max. He must know I'm scared. "Okay, I'm going to need you to put your legs out to the sides." I did as I was told, but I began to grow more and more scared. "Now, you're gonna feel me touch a little bit." With that, I felt a warm hand on my...you know. I began to cry as memories from my teenage years came flooding back.

"It's gonna be okay, babe." Max said, trying to calm me down.

"Okay, you can sit back up now." The doctor said after what seemed like a few minutes. "We're gonna need a blood sample, just to be sure you actually are pregnant. Okay?"

"Okay." I let out, crying as I sat back up. With that, the doctor took out a blood drawing needle, an alcohol wipe, a cotton ball and a bandaid. Finding the vein, she sterilized the spot, quickly sticking my arm with the needle and drawing some blood, placing the cotton ball over it and bandaging it up when she was done.

"We'll let you know what the results are in a few minutes." With that, the doctor left the room, taking the blood sample with her. I couldn't help but continue to cry.

"What's wrong?" Max asked, pulling my head to his chest. I guess I can trust him.

"When I was in high school...my boyfriend at the time would pressure me into having sex with him." I began, tears falling on to Max's shirt. " One day, I said no. He raped me... violently. I tried to tell someone, but nobody would listen cause he was on the football team. To this day, if someone I don't know touches me there, I freak out."

"Nobody's gonna touch you like that again." Max said, reassuringly. "Not while I'm here."

There was another knock on the door, then, the doctor came back in.

"Congratulations, you're pregnant." She said, handing me a copy of the results of the test. "Are you the father?" She asked, turning to Max.

"Yeah." He replied, smiling. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm going to prescribe some prenatal vitamins. You can put your clothes back on and leave when you're ready." The doctor said, writing something down on her prescription pad. When she was done, she tore off a sheet and handed it to me, leaving the room soon after.

Oh my God. I'm pregnant. And I have no idea how to tell my family.