DAISY'S BUTTERFLIES

Twenty Nine.

      I went through the ads section over and over. But something felt so off with me.
Had I drunk too much the previous night at Windy's birthday? Yes, must be the hangovers.
   A stiff groan came as I peeled my bottom from the dining chair to stand.

      Suddenly, a wave of dizziness struck, then the nauseating feeling that was making my throat bitter.
I groaned again, falling back on the chair.
The moody state went on for at least ten minutes. And when I tried getting up, my strength vanished and boom! Collapsed on the floor.
         
  
  I woke to the cool feminine voice calling me.
     "Wake up Daisy."
My eyelids flipped, fighting to take in the blurred rehdhead at my side on the bed.
  The chemical stench! Argh! Was I in a- "Hospital!"
"Yes. Found you lying on the floor in the morning and rushed you here."
     My head felt twice the weight of an anchor.
"Gawd! I feel so, washed out. What has the doctor said?"
     The pale face just grinned ear to ear... "I'm going to be an aunt soon." She bursted before grabbing me in a bone crushing embrace.

  I immediately paled out.
"A-aunt? What do you me- Oh no! Am I?"
     "Yes! Yes! My bestie is one month pregnant. God this is the best news I've had in a year. "Windy!" I cried pushing her away. "How can I be pregnant? And, and, one month?"
    The female chuckled straightening while I pulled my body involuntarily up.

My brain, my heart, my entire system felt frozen, iced.
  "Look who's acting innocent. I just want to know who the lucky bastard is."
I tried to inhale, pushing my hair back countless times.
    How could I be a month pregnant? If I'd be pregnant, at least it'd be two or less weeks. Vince and I had made love only a week and a few days back.

"Daisy? God you're paling out."
  The machine starting beeping out loud. I was losing it. Was freaking out at a very dangerous rate.
      "I can't be pregnant!" Cried pulling my hair... Windy pushed me down on the pillows. Struggled to keep me there as a nurse rushed in.
  Whatever the woman in white uniform injected me with, it totally sent me in a void.

  
The door opened in a small creak, I didn't bother checking who was coming in. Right then, I just wanted to stop thinking and just go away.
    "Is it a good time?"
I cleared my throat stealing a glimpse of Vince from the side.
"It's fine."
He shut the door and the light steps came closer behind me.
  "Windy told me... I was just wondering-" "Who sired the baby? That's what I'm also wondering Vince."
I didn't look his way. Only focused out to the dull atmosphere. Winter was approaching fast. So fast that I had no idea how I'd cope with the thing now growing in me.
        "Daisy? We can-"
"I know you're hurt Vince. Please stop acting like a saint."
  "Can you please-"
"Just leave me alone, please!" I yelled in a sob spinning at him.
  "Just...go!"
His jaw clenched. "I'm not here to start a fight. Just want to help you. We're still friends even with-"

I sniffed wiping the tears, before going closer. "Look in my eyes and tell me you ain't disappointed in me. That you don't think I'm a whore that played you." "Gawd! Where is this coming fro-" "SAY IT!"
  His eyes rested on mine.

"I don't think any negative conclusions about you. We've been friends for three damn years. I know what you can and can't do."
    That made me break down like a weak crisp. Vulnerable and helpless. But Vince's arms were around me, giving the comfort.

"I still love you Daisy. And we'll find out where the baby came from. And if it was an assault, I'll kill the doomed bastard that did this to you." Vince stated with certainty.
     I let my eyes shut.
He was there for me. He loved me.
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  "One month, it dates back to when you came back in this town. Do you, by any chance, remember any useful thing?" Vince asked studying my reaction