Chapter 63: Chapter 63

/Amber's pov/

“Mike, I can’t guarantee something that I have no control over,” I taunted, still chuckling. He groaned and leaned forward, kissing me tenderly, sending my body on fire. He drew back as the curtain opened and a doctor stepped in.

“Oops, sorry. Shall I come back later?” the doctor said, chuckling. I chuckled, ashamed to have been spotted making out in a hospital.

“Yeah, could you give us five minutes?” Mike joked, making the man laugh. He gripped my hand firmly while the Doctor peered in my eyes and examined my head, jotting on his paper.

“So, you passed out, Amber, have you been feeling well today? Has anything that you shouldn't have taken gotten into your system?" he inquired, his gaze a bit suspiciously fixed on me.

"Is it anything like drugs or whatever?" I was taken aback and inquired. Did I come off as a wuss of a drug addict? He nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation as he looked at me. "No, I haven't ingested anything at all. "I've been feeling a little weird today, a little sick," I confessed to my companion.

He began to scrawl once again. "Have you had anything to eat?"

I pondered whether or not I had eaten. I ate some bread for the morning, but I didn't eat anything for lunch since I was feeling nauseous. "Um, no, not at all. "I had a stomachache during lunch."

"Hmm, I think that's probably the source of the issue right there. Currently, are you experiencing any kind of stress or something like that? "Are you doing tests or anything like that?" he inquired, his pen flowing once more.

Stress. That is a significant understatement. My violent father has returned to town, bringing a whole new set of family members with him. A week ago, I saw him for the first time since he attempted to impose himself on me and it was awkward. I've just recently discovered that he's been abusing his new family, and they've decided to temporarily relocate with us. In fact, how long did they intend to remain with us? Is it possible that someone mentioned it? Then I'd have to move Josh in with Jake, and Abigail and Stanely can share my mother's room, and when my mother gets home, I'd be able to...

"Amber?" the doctor said, jolting me out of my trance. "Amber?" I replied.

"Oh, that's right. The fact that "life has been a little hectic recently," I said, biting my lip in recognition of how much of an understatement it really was.

"Well, stress has a weird way of making you do crazy things. It is critical that you eat appropriately. I'm going to do some blood tests to make sure there isn't anything else wrong with him. With a kind smile, he said, "I'll get someone to come in and suture your head, and I'll keep you here for a few hours just to make sure everything's okay after that bump."

After that, he walked to the closet and took out a needle. With wide eyes, I stared Mike in the eyes. Needles were something I detested. When the doctor came over to me, Mike kissed me on the lips and lowered his head.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his, melting them together. He tasted so darn amazing, it's ridiculous!

"All right, that's it. "I'll have them sent up; they should be back in an hour or so," the doctor said, tossing the needle into the garbage and writing something on a little vial. A cotton wool ball was stuck to the inside of my elbow by a little piece of white tape, which I noticed when I looked down at my arm.

"Did you really do it?" I was taken aback and inquired. Wow, I didn't even notice it was happening!

Mike and the doctor both burst out laughing. "Yep, everything is finished. "Ah, the power of distraction," the doctor said, a wry smirk on her face. I gave Mike a kind grin, knowing that from now on, I'd have to bring him along for every shot I got.

"All right, a nurse will be here in a few minutes to suture your skull back together. The two or three hours you'll be here will probably be the longest," he predicted as he walked up to the curtain.

I smiled and nodded. "Does my boyfriend have permission to remain with me?" I asked, clinging to Mike's hand, hoping for the best. I didn't want to be alone in this antiseptic, claustrophobic environment.

"Of course, that's great with me. It was just one visitor, so you may want to tell the people who were inquiring about you to go home," he said, laughing as he left the room and drew the curtain back into place.

What's the deal with all the people? When I looked Mike in the eyes, he grinned. "Everyone showed up. It was necessary for me to physically push Jake out of the ambulance when they told us that only one person may accompany us," he said, a tinge of remorse on his face.

I gave him a warm grin and gripped his hand. "Well, I'm pleased I woke up to you and not Jake this morning. "Thank you very much."

He kissed me softly on the lips as he bowed his head. "I'm relieved as well." He let out a sigh. "It's probably best if I go tell them that you're alright and that they should go home," he added, getting to his feet.

"But, please, hurry up, OK?" I inquired, my pleading expression on my face.

He cracked a grin. Then he kissed my forehead and dashed out of the room. "I'll be as soon as I can," he assured. Then I closed my eyes and closed my ears, waiting for him to come back into the room and speak with me.

Mike returned within five minutes with a sandwich and a drink that he had prepared ahead of time. "Hey, I'm not sure whether you're allowed to have them yet, so you'll have to wait till the nurse arrives to sew your skull back together." "I didn't think I'd forgotten about it, did I?" he wondered, a little alarmed.

"No, you weren't aware of it." I couldn't help but notice how caring he was all of the time.

He took a seat in the little chair and took my hand in his. After a few minutes, the nurse came in and sewed up my skull, claiming that I required six stitches in all. My boyfriend, Mike, was the finest painkiller known to man, so I relied on him to keep me distracted during the whole process. Possibly, I should attempt to bottle him in some way and then sell him. I'd be a millionaire!

Eventually, after an hour and a half, the doctor returned to the scene. "Hey, so I received your blood test results back, and it looks that it wasn't a lack of food that caused you to pass out," he remarked, his eyes serious as he looked me in the eyes. When I looked over, Mike was standing next to me, gripping my hand and leaning so far forward in his chair that it didn't surprise me at all that he was about to fall off.

"All right, so what was it?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. There couldn't possibly be anything wrong. You should have seen me when I was sixteen years old: no smoking, no excessive drinking, no being overweight, and regular physical activity. To be clear, I shouldn't be able to become unwell at all, should I?

"You're expecting a child," he informed her.

I couldn't stop giggling. Damn, it was hilarious; he nearly had me laughing out loud. I shook my head, my chuckle still intact. "Can you tell me what it was?"

He shifted his gaze from me to Mike. "You're pregnant," he said again and again.

I couldn't stop laughing right away. I couldn't possibly be expecting a child. No, this was a clerical error. "I'm sorry, but I'm not available since I'm on the pill." I've been taking it on a daily basis and haven't missed a single dose. When I objected, shaking my head, I realized it had to be something else. "I take them at precisely eight o'clock every morning," I said. When I glanced at Mike, he was starring at the doctor with his mouth hanging wide, which I found amusing.

"Can you tell me when your last period was?" the doctor inquired.

I turned to face Mike once again. "It was two weeks ago. Given that I'm on a medication that requires me to cease taking it for a week, it was certainly two weeks ago. "My next appointment is scheduled for the week after next," I said confidently.

"How was your menstruation, and how did it feel?" "Is it as heavy as usual?" the doctor said, jotting on his paper once again.

Is it as hefty as usual? I gave it some consideration. Actually, it was really light, but that was due to the fact that I was taking the pill, which Kate said made your periods lighter. "It was just a little amount, but I certainly had one two weeks ago," she says. "I'm not allowed to be pregnant," I said emphatically.

While pregnant, it's possible to have very infrequent or nonexistent periods. It's referred to as spotting. "Can you tell me how long you've been taking the pill?" he inquired.

"I'll be there in six weeks," I said gently.