I stood in front of Jason motionless. I had read and watched scenarios of men rejecting pregnancies. I never thought it would happen to me. My world came crashing like a pack of cards. Jason walked away without saying a word. I watched him walk away. I fought the urge to call his name. If he wanted to leave, it was fine with me. I would fix my life on my own.
I thought the only problem I had was a pregnancy I had to get rid of, and my finals. A fresh problem arose the following week. I walked into campus, and everyone gave me strange looks. My first period class was biology. I walked in. I was feeling light headed, and I was fighting the urge to fall asleep. Everyone looked blurry in my line of vision. It was the last thing I remembered.
I woke up a few hours later. The nurse was standing beside the bed looking at a chart. She smiled at me. How did I end up here?
“How are you feeling?” she asked. I was confused at the question. What did she mean by that? I remember feeling tired, but not tired enough to end up in the hospital.
