-- Paige --
I walked to the bus stop with Jordan. If I was pregnate, this was going to be my last junky meal for a while. I felt so nauseous when I sat down. Jordan took a place next to me and placed an ice hold hand on my knee. My phone binged from my pocket. I grabbed it and turned it on. Dad had texted me. I showed the text to Jordan.
Dad: Hey Paige! Just had a beer, I am in the local hospital veing treated for injurys in from my car accident.
Paige: WTF DAD!
Dad: See ya in a few weeks :)
I shut my phone off and vigiourusly jammed it into my pocket. Thats when things went from bad to worse. I began to feel a stabbing pain in my stomach. So sharp I could barley breath. I felt the vomit rise into my throaght and out through into my mouth.
"C-CALL 9-911!" I stutterd despratley through upchucking
Jordan yanked his phone from his pocket and dialed 911. Everything began to spin as I collapsed to the ground. Blood dripped into my eyes from where the cement had split my head. The world began to get blurry, in the midist of my pain I heard the wail of sirens from the street. Jordan knelt to the ground and clutched one of my bloody hands. I finally heard the shouts of the parmedics as they came to lift me onto a stretcher. Thats when the blood took my eyesight over and everything went from red, to black....
***
I woke up to the darkness of the recovery room. I touched my fingers to my forehead and ran them along the 5 stitches that had been sewed into my head. Jordan's mom rushed into the room. She was still putting her mask on as she approached me.
"Paige!" she screamed "What happened to you?!"
I described the episode to Mrs. Hillson anxiously. She nodded curiously as I told her about my stomach pains. (which I was trying to ingnore) and how I had gotten sick so suddenly.
"I think I know what is necesarry here..." she said quietly
"What?" I asked anxiously
"We need to run a pregnacy test Paige..."
I put my hand to my mouth and inhaled a deep breath of the sterilized air. Jordan's face turned bright red
