via
me joke my mate, Alpha Herold, has put my doctor up to. I came in today for a check-up, a few common cold s
" I plead, assuming that I m
f papers. "This pregnancy has accelerated your hepatocirrhosis, which wi
s?" I repeat, trying to find t
e pregnancy is attempted to b
'm lu
s packet, nodding generous
that I was pregnant-or dying. I would be concerned over my health if there wasn't a child in the equation
die before I c
t option to expand your life expectancy, but even then, the
ssly down my cheeks. "What if I keep the pregnan
irst, then your body would slowly deteriorate and you would have little chance of recovery, if any chance at all.
d quickly. "It would be our only child together-I
e you make any rash decisions. But as it stands with your current health, if we were to terminate the pregnancy, your chances of full recovery would still be dim wit
at the doctor told me, about the options and the way I want to go about things, but whe
a moment, I think I'm walking into a normal, loving couple's home, but the reality is it's my home, the home I was in
nd that's what has me in the failing state that I'm in now. I keep the dismay to myself though, shuttin
urposefully snuggling closer to Herold as she does so in her prist
off her false attem
the gamma, as though I slammed a door in her face or something. I can't help but listen to her
isrespects you like that and-" Herold has a temper that overboil
time. "No, no," she coos. "Stay here, with me. Pleas
slowly, hearing my mate
ng to throw up to make
told me makes me even more ill. I lean over the toilet, clearing my stoma
blood lacing my gums, trailing across the back of my hand. I look away, knowing that what the docto
r one positive thing
ow. "It's okay if I throw up. It's not so bad. Even if I die, at least
. Herold stands in the doorway expectantly, a stack of papers in his hands, outstretched for me to take. His eye
le I try to settle my nerves as I take the papers, ignoring them at first so I can finally clear
ime today. "I have to tell you something. I
my words don't touch him.
hatters fo
I hold, feeling the world crash down around m
of Marriag