Can't Get Attached; Sam Wilkinson

Chapter Fifteen - Oops

Thanksgiving was shit. Sam was horny as fuck, I didn't feel up to it, and I'm sick.

I'm sick as shit.

Christmas is days away, and the whole gang is staying in the house together. It's so loud, from dawn to dusk. You'll never have a quiet moment and my headaches are killing me. I just can't.

"Hey, Regan. How are you feeling?" Mahogany asked. She came to check on me every morning.

"I want to throw up, but the headaches are gone, now that the boys are out. Where did they go anyways?" I asked.

Mahogany smiled and shook her head.
"They're suckers for indoor paintball," She laughed, her red lipstick shining in the light.

I smiled at her beauty, before it was wiped away by my ill feelings.

"Well, since you're immobile for the day, we are gonna watch movies in here!" She jumped into the bed, her long, curly locks bouncing.

"Who said I'm immobile?" I asked.

"I did, Sam and your bed is much more comfortable than the couch." She stated.

After watching four movies, including Clueless, and the Hunger Games series, I began to feel extremely weak.

"Mahogany, could you help me get to the bathroom, I have to throw up." I asked. She quickly got up and threw my arm over her shoulders and took me to the bathroom.

There, I vomited whatever I had eaten from breakfast, which wasn't much. I felt even weaker, but insisted on getting back to bed anyways.

On the way back to bed, my eyelids grew heavy. I lost feeling in my body, and heard a thud followed by Mahogany's scream.

MAHOGANY'S POV

Regan had just thrown up her breakfast, and I felt bad for the poor girl. I mean, Sam would have been here but he's too loud for her blinding headaches. So I kicked him and the others out of the house.

She stood as she flushed the toilet, wobbling slightly. I supported her weight, but only a few steps away from the bed she collapsed.

I screamed as she laid there, passed out. I knew I couldn't pick her up myself, so I did what everyone does.

I called 911.

They arrived in minutes, and the men and women took Regan outside in a stretcher and left to load her in the ambulance.

One of the paramedics stayed behind to question me. He was tall, slim but muscular, with green grass eyes.

If my best friend wasn't passed out and heading to the hospital, I just might have asked him out.

"So what happened right before she fainted, or, yeah." He blushed and smiled.

I smiled at his nervousness, and answered his questions before Regan was driven to the hospital. I rode in my car behind them the entire way.

When she arrived, many doctors surrounded her, talking in complicated terms and references. They quickly took her to a room, while I was left with a doctor for more questioning.

"Is the patient pregnant?" The stout woman asked. I shook my head no, and continued with questioning.

REGAN'S POV

The bright lights flashed above me, as miscellaneous chatter filled the room. Another light, closer to me now, swept back and forth across my face, and my eyes followed before it left.

"We still need to be considerate of the ..." a doctor said, but I couldn't catch the rest.

"Mahogany," I croaked. I felt a warm hand take mine, soothing the goose bump covered skin.

I began to sit up, as I was regaining my senses.

"Mrs. Wilkinson, I need to speak with you," a short lady with a wrinkled face told me as she scribbled on the clipboard.

"You're pregnant."