Okay, so I'm ready to start the sequel for Far Away! :D I have a solid plot for this one and I'm just way too excited to write it! :)
Before I start I want to thank DetroitBleachWings SO much for helping me with a brilliant idea to go along with this. It won't be known in this chapter, but when it comes up I'll be sure to let you know! :P It's great! Oh, and I owe her a thanks for coming up with the great title, I think it's too cute! :)
Alright, here we go! :D And by the way, sadly I will be switching the POV's again. I don't know if that bothers anyone else, but I hate it. It's just me taking the easy way out, ha ha! :P Sorry all!
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Mina's POV:
It all started May third. I woke and rolled over in bed, soon realizing that Renji had left without waking me up. Again. It wasn't that big of a deal, I really wasn't that mad about it. I had been feeling sick the night before and soon realized I still felt pretty crappy. Standing, I walked to my bathroom, grabbing my tooth brush.
As I stood in front of the medicine cabinet and brushed my teeth I noticed how nauseous I felt. While spitting the foaming paste into the sink I froze and held my stomach. Suddenly I was puking in the sink, trying to keep all my hair out of the way. I straightened up and wiped my mouth off, the taste of vomit filling my mouth.
After washing all the puke down the sink and finishing brushing my teeth I went downstairs and found my mom in the kitchen. "Mom, I don't feel good, I'm staying home today."
She approached me and placed her hand on my forehead. "Hm. You don't have a fever. What's wrong?"
"I threw up, my stomach feels really weird," I answered, my voice whiny.
"Alright, Sweety. Go ahead and go back to bed. I'll get you something light to eat."
I did what I was told and went back upstairs, thinking I was sick.
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A week and a half later and I was still stuck at home, sick. I hadn't bothered going to the doctor, but by then my mom was insisting I did. I told her I was fine, but she made an appointment anyway.
As we sat in the waiting room, awaiting for a nurse to come out and call my name, my mom nudged me with her elbow. "I'm going to wait out here, you mind?" she asked.
"No, it's fine," I answered, continuing to flip through the magazine I had been skimming since we got there.
After fifteen more minutes a woman in scrubs stepped out of the door that led to the examining rooms. "Mina Aburamai?" she asked, her eyes gliding across the room, finally landing on me as I stood. I approached her and waved slightly, giving her a weak smile.
"Hello, Mina. Come on back," she said, smiling back at me and then leading me into the room I was assigned. She checked my temperature and blood pressure, asking me routine questions. "Have you been eating healthy?"
"Uh, yeah, before I got sick. I haven't been eating much at all since then."
She nodded and typed into her computerized file of me. "Alright...Have you been sexually active?" she asked, looking back up at me, causing my cheeks to burn.
"Um, yes," I stated, only able to hold her gaze for a second.
Nodding again, she questioned, "When was the last time?"
"Like...two weeks ago maybe. I'm not sure."
"When did you last menstruate?"
"Uh, it was supposed to be last week, but it never happened." My answer got an strange look from her.
"Alright, so what are your symptoms?"
"I've been sick to my stomach and throwing up a lot. Lack of appetite," I answered, folding my hands in my lap.
"Okay. Well," she started, standing from her seat and picking up her computer. "The doctor will be with you soon." And with that she was gone.
I only had to wait for a few minutes before the doctor came into the room, smiling down at me. "Hey, Mina. You must not feel good," she said, gesturing to the clothes I had refused to change out of just to go to the doctor's office. I was clad in a baggy long sleeved shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.
Nodding I smiled slightly, ready for this appointment to be over with.
"So, you've been throwing up a lot have you?" she asked.
"Well, not necessarily a lot. But my stomach's been feeling really weird for awhile now."
"Oh, okay. Well, when did this start?"
"About a week and a half ago," I answered, absently leaning back in my chair.
She nodded and gave me a funny look. She seemed worried, which caused me to worry.
"Alright, Mina, I'm going to be blunt with you. We're going to do several tests on you and one of them is going to be a pregnancy test," she stated, looking me right in the eyes. I felt my eyebrows raise at her comment and I nodded slowly.
"Oh...kay...," I said, starting to panic.
"It's not necessarily likely, you could just have a stomach flu. But it's not impossible. So, don't stress out about it, we'll take care of you."
An hour later they had taken a ton of blood from me, had me give them a urine sample, and of course the dreaded pregnancy test, which my mom was not told about. The doctor said no need worrying her if I'm not pregnant. She did a normal examination to see if I had the flu and took a few tests to see if I had strep throat.
"Alright, we've got all we need," she said, smiling down at me. "Like I said before, don't worry too much about these tests. We'll call you at home in a few hours and let you know how they turned out," she stated reassuringly.
"Can't you tell me whether I'm pregnant or not now? That one should be done," I asked, my nervousness slipping into my voice.
"I'm sorry, Dear. It's policy that we give all the information at the same time. We haven't even looked at it yet. So don't worry. Just go home and in the meantime, relax. Okay?" she asked, patting me on the shoulder comfortingly.
"Okay. Thank you, for everything."
"No problem, Sweety," she responded, her smile growing. "Go ahead and have your mother sign you out. You can expect a phone call in no more than three hours."
With that I went back into the waiting room, told Mom we had to wait on some tests at home, and had her sign me out. While she was talking to the nurse at the desk I went to the car and sat in the passenger seat, trying to imagine what I'd do if I was pregnant.
Don't worry about that, Mina, I thought, forcing myself to calm down. You take birth control, you can't be pregnant. I mean, it's not impossible, but your not. There's no need to panic, everything's fine.
My mother climbed into the car and buckled up, looking over at me. "Aw, Sweety, you look so pale. Let's go home and get you in bed," she said, patting my leg gingerly.
When we got home I sat on the couch and waited next to the phone, a blanket drawn around my shoulders. My mom made me soup and got me a bottle of water, scolding me for waiting. "You should rest, don't worry about when the doctors call, I'll get it."
That's what I'm worried about, I thought, absently shrugging as a response.
I stayed next to that phone for hours, sitting there with my legs drawn to my chest, resting my head on my knees. Eventually I fell asleep, unable to help myself. Maybe twenty minutes later the phone rang, waking me up slowly. As I looked up, now fully awake, I noticed my mom standing over me, the phone glued to her ear. I sat up, anticipating what they had to say. I watched my mom's face for signs of bad news.
"Mm hm...yeah...," she said, a frown crossing her features. Oh no...
"Alright,well, I'll be sure to let her know," she said, glancing down at me. "Thank you." With that she hung up the phone and looked down at me, her face pale.
"What Mommy?" I asked, playing the "kiss up" game.
"You're pregnant?"
My eyes widened as I got the news. My breathe came in shallow intervals as I began to freak out.
"W-what!" I asked, standing abruptly.
"They said you're pregnant! Mina, why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know! I...Mom, what am I going to do?" I shouted, tears stinging my eyes.
She stepped closer to me and hugged tightly, running a hand through my hair comfortingly. "Sh, everything will be okay."
I shook my head and cried loudly, burying my face in her shoulder. She continued to sooth me for the next hour as I bawled, terrified of the child inside of me.
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Later that night Rukia and Ichigo stopped by, dropping off my homework. They found me on the couch, a pile of used tissues in a small trash can I had placed next to me. Rukia sat next to me while Ichigo took his place on the sturdy coffee table placed in the living room area of my apartment.
"Are you feeling any better, Mina?" Rukia asked, smiling at me while placing a hand on my forearm.
I shook my head and wiped away fresh tears that built up from her words.
"What? What's wrong?" Ichigo asked, his voice full of concern as he handed me a new tissue.
Taking it I thanked him and looked down at my feet. "Mina," Rukia started, her smile fading. "What is is?"
"I'm...I went to the doctor today and they ran tons of tests on me...and...and I'm pregnant!" I exclaimed, hiding my face in my hands as I continued to cry.
Rukia laid her hand on my back as they both were silent. I had already given up on them responding by the time Rukia asked, "Is it Renji's?"
"Of course it is," I answered, imagining his reaction for the first time. He had dumped me easily because he was afraid of me getting hurt. Though he came back, it didn't seem to be too hard for him to break up with me. And Rukia had told me two years ago when I first met him that she thought he was afraid of commitment. There was no way he wasn't going to leave me.
I heard Rukia sigh quietly as I straightened up. "Have you heard from him lately?"
"Yeah. He's not going to be able to come back for two, maybe three months. But I can always go and tell him the situation, the Head Captain will let him come and stay with you-" she began before I cut her off.
"No, no...," I started. "This could be a good thing. I'll tell him when I'm ready, but maybe he should be away for awhile. I don't want him to be...overwhelmed."
"Mina, that's not fair to you. You'll be here by yourself-, well, not by yourself, you have us. But you need him. You need someone to help you through this, or you'll be overwhelmed," she said sternly.
I nodded and stared down at my hands. After a moment of silence I looked back up at Rukia and nodded. "Well, please, just give me awhile. I'll tell him," I answered, smiling at her slightly.
She grabbed my hand in a friendly manor and squeezed it. "Don't panic, okay? If you need anything, you can call me or Ichigo and just let us know," she said and Ichigo nodded in approval.
"Thank you, you guys," I said, grabbing Ichigo's hand with my free one and smiling at each of them before letting their hands go.
"Do you know what you're going to do with it?" Ichigo asked, his concern clear in his tone.
"Yeah. I've always known that I'd never get an abortion. Ever. I just don't believe in it," I started, absently brushing some wrinkles out of my sweatpants. "And I'm not...going to give it up for adoption."
"Wow, Mina. Are you sure?" Rukia asked.
"Yes. I'm sure."
"Alright, well, don't think about it too much," she said, smiling at me reassuringly.
The next hour Ichigo and Rukia helped me with the homework I had missed and distracted me from my problem. Well, they tried. After the hour they had to get home.
"Remember, you can call us whenever you need us," Rukia said, grabbing my arm carefully, smiling warmly.
"Thanks again. Both of you," I said, smiling at them both weakly. After they left I laid back down on the couch and looked down at my stomach, trying to imagine it huge. Don't worry, it wont be long before you won't be able to avoid it, I thought, grimacing.
I laid on the couch for another half an hour before falling asleep, trying to find a way to tell Renji about our situation.
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Okay, so there's the first chapter of my sequel! :D I hope you all liked it, it's a little strange for an intro chapter, but I suppose it's not too bad. I hope, ha ha! :P
Anyway, please review! :D Let me know what you think!
