AMAYA'S POV
She had to be high on some shit because why did she claim that I was pregnant?
"Excuse me?"
I laughed at the joke. It was funny. How could I be pregnant when I was on birth control and had not slept with anyone apart from the man, which was two nights ago. If that were the case, three weeks need to have gone by before I got pregnant. It was barely 48 hours since the first time we had sex, how was I pregnant? It made no sense to me. The nurse was out of her damn mind.
"Are you okay, miss?"
"No." I was pissed and confused. "No, I am not okay. I cannot be pregnant. It's not possible."
The nurse looked at me as if she pitied me, which I hated. There had to be some type of mistake somewhere or they were misdiagnosing me.
"We can run another test right now for you to see that you are actually pregnant, ma'am."
I eyed her with suspicion. Why was she giving me such a suggestion when I told her that I was not pregnant. I was well. I have not had sex with anyone in years so her telling me that I could take another test made me worried. I could tell from her tone that she was serious, and it was not helping me at all.
"O-okay."
I was still certain that I was not pregnant. Additionally, I was aware that no one had drugged me and assaulted me weeks ago for me to have been pregnant without my knowledge. I was fine. This was all a misunderstanding that was going to clear up once the result was seen.
"I will send in a nurse who will take the samples for the test. In the meantime, take some rest," she said and walked away to another patient in the ward.
I sighed and shut my eyes. I began to picture everything that had happened in the past few hours, trying to make sense of the situation I was in. There were strange things that happened in this town and none of them ever made sense. People talked about seeing crazy things, but I did not believe them but hearing that I was pregnant felt like one of the strangest craps I have ever heard from the town's people.
"Nah. I can't be pregnant," I said and scoffed. "This is all just a mistake."
***
"I'm pregnant."
Those were the words that left my mouth as I stared at the paper with the result printed on it. The word positive was written in bold for me to see that I was truly pregnant. I wished what I was seeing was all a hallucination, but it wasn't. What my eyes were seeing was too much for my head to register.
"H-how…" I swallowed and dropped my hand that held the paper to stare up at the nurse and the doctor standing at the foot of the bed.
The nurse exchanged a worried look with the doctor before looking back at me. They looked like they were struggling to say something which added to the confusion I was feeling.
"Uhm. We understand your concern about the result but know that we are here to give you options. Also, if you may have been…assault—"
"No. I wasn't." I took a deep breath. "Can I be alone now? Please."
I looked away from them until they walked out of my sight and out the ward. I moved off the bed and sat on the edge, gripping the paper hard.
"How is this possible?"
More worry and concern filled me as I realized that if it was the man that got me pregnant, I was doomed. He was obviously rich and reaching out to him to inform him that I was carrying his baby was insane. Given the fact that I got pregnant in just a few days. He would laugh at my face and probably arrest me for lying. Who would believe me when I told them that I got pregnant, forty-eight hours after I slept with a man, I would be called every word in the dictionary that hinted at gold digging.
Annoyance itched my body, making me scratch my head, tousling locks of my hair. I wanted to cry, to shout out my confusion to someone. Sadly, I had no one to call a friend. I chose to be alone because I had loads of troubles to handle and if I had a friend, they would accuse me of ghosting them.
Right now, I felt like I was going to combust from what was happening. Anyone I told this to would call me an idiot or accuse me of having some mental disorder. But what was more important to me was finding out who this man was and how he had impregnated me. I had to know who he was. I needed answers even though it would land me in serious trouble since he was a regular at the club, it meant that they would find out about what happened, and I would be fined then fired.
"I really don't care right now… I just need answers."
***
I got to the club the next day to work my shift. Since I found out about my pregnancy, I was feeling different. This morning, I woke up feeling more tired than usual. Everything felt different and disorienting. I had a suspicion it had to do with the pregnancy, and I hated it. Never in my life would I guess that I would get pregnant in the wildest way ever.
"Are you okay?"
I realized I was spacing out while staring at my reflection in the mirror. I blinked and looked at who had spoken. It was Light, one of the girls who I recognized as laid back and quiet. She had to be the most silent one amongst us. She was always to herself and barely spoke to anyone, so it was surprising to hear her speak.
"You look…sick," Light said and eyed me up and down. "By the way… I was the one who took you to the hospital. I found you passed out and called the ambulance," she said.
Yeah, you had to call the ambulance and now I have medical bills to pay. I wanted to roll my eyes.
"Are you okay? Boss wanted to know if it was stress and that if it is, you should rest so he doesn't get a lawsuit handed to him."
I couldn't help but laugh. The fact that she said it with a straight face made it even funnier to me. I shook my head in disbelief at what the boss had said before shrugging. It was typical of him to say.
"I'm okay. It's just stress… Nothing serious."
I glanced at her, and I could see concern and something else in Light's big eyes as she stared at me. When she realized that I was noticing her expression, she smiled and looked away.
"You should probably go home. Whatever made you pass out may not let you work tonight."
I furrowed my brows at her words then sighed. She was right. The pregnancy was out of nowhere so I had to rest and think over the new phase of my life and what decision I would take.
The two options I had were either to find the man and tell him about it or abort the baby. The latter was more tempting than ever because I had no life or money to take care of a child.
I knew what my decision was now.