Unexpected News

He sat down on the little chair and held my hand. The nurse came in a few minutes later and stitched up my head, apparently, I needed six stitches. I made Liam distract me the whole time, he was actually the best painkiller known to man. Maybe I should try to bottle him somehow, and then sell it. I'd be rich!

Finally, after an hour and a half, the doctor came back. "Hey, so I've got your blood test results back and it appears it wasn't the lack of food that made you pass out," he said, looking at me seriously. Liam tensed next to me, squeezing my hand, leaning so far forward in his chair that it wouldn't surprise me if he fell off any second.

"OK, so what was it?" I asked curiously. It couldn't be anything bad. I was only sixteen for goodness sake, I didn't smoke, didn't drink very much, I wasn't overweight, I exercised regularly. I mean, I shouldn't be able to get ill, should I?

"You're pregnant," he stated.