It's all because of your whore's cheap perfume.
But I don't say that out loud. No, that would mean I care.
Getting my bearings, I stand up, my only thought to get as far away from him as possible. Maybe it's the suddenness of the movement, or just the lingering sickness, but as I stand up, a wave of dizziness overtakes me, and I almost hit the floor.
Enzo's arms are tight around me as he cocoons me against his chest.
"That's it. We're going to the hospital," he says, but at this point I'm too weak to argue.
My eyelids flutter closed, and I'm barely aware of the journey to the hospital.
Enzo takes me in his arms, rushing me to the ER.
"She's been feeling ill and almost fainted," he explains to a nurse, and I start heaving, the sickness returning.
"Here, here," I'm placed on a bed, and a nurse is saying something.
"We're going to give her some fluids for now. We have to ask, is there any chance she's pregnant?"
"No," I whisper, at the same time Enzo says, "Yes."
I frown, but even in my confused state I know it can't be true. I've been taking the pill since I'd gotten it prescribed during my first ER visit. I can't be pregnant.
"We'll run a test, then," the nurse continues, but I wrap my fingers around her wrist, stopping her.
"It's not necessary."
"But it is. It's standard protocol. Don't worry, it's nothing invasive."
She leaves, and I'm alone with Enzo, who's looking at me with a strange look in his eyes.
"Shh, it's okay, I got you," he takes my hand in his.
"I'm not pregnant," I tell him, convinced this has to be some sort of mistake.
Surely the universe wouldn't be so cruel…
A round of testing later, the nurse comes back with the results.
"Congratulations," she starts, but my mind already blanks after that word.
Pregnant… I'm pregnant…
"Are you sure?" I ask just as she's about to leave.
"Blood tests are the most accurate, and your hCG levels are high, which means you're pregnant. I'm going to send in my colleague to do an ultrasound so you can see how far along you are."
A baby… I'm pregnant….
And stuck.
I turn my head to the side, not wanting to face anyone, least of all Enzo. Tears are gathering at the corners of my eyes as I realize the enormity of this.
The doctor wheels in a machine, and Enzo's hand covers mine, gripping it tightly. His face lights up when the doctor starts the monitor and prepares everything for the ultrasound, not realizing what this means for me.
The end of all my dreams.
Maybe I can still do it—run away.
