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"Evie, are you alright?" Doug asked quietly. He glanced at the blue-haired beauty sitting next to him at the same lab bench. They had only been in Chemistry for ten minutes, and he could already tell something was wrong.

Evie shook her head. Her jaw clenched tightly, and her eyes seemed out of focus. She wasn't taking notes or drawing her usual doodles in the margin with her sparkly blue gel pen. "I'm fine," she whispered back, her eyes trained on the board as their teacher wrote a new chemical equation.

Doug glanced back at the board and absently wrote down the equation, not really paying attention to what elements they were combining. "Are you sure? You look pale." She looked worse than that, but Doug wasn't going to be the one to tell her that. Her face was glossy, like her skin was clammy and sweaty from running around the block.

"Now, when you get into your pairs, you are to mix the two solutions separately before putting them together. Does everyone understand?" their teacher asked, glancing around the room. He nodded. "Good. Go ahead and break into your usual pairs and get started. I'll be around to answer questions as you work. And fill out page forty-two in your workbooks as you go. It will make things much easier on you for the quiz on Friday if you take good observation notes."

There was the scraping of chairs as people started moving, some changing tables and others going to get extra beakers and vials from the cabinets. Doug turned to Evie. They always worked together. But instead of asking her about the lab assignment to get started, he said, "Evie, seriously, what's wrong?"

Evie shook her head. "Nothing. Really." She gave him a weak smile that he didn't believe one bit.

He looked at her for a moment longer before sighing. "Fine." He reached forward for one of their vials of materials.

"What's that smell?" Evie asked sharply.

Doug looked up at her from the instructions that had been handed out at the beginning of class. "What? I haven't opened anything yet." But he followed Evie's gaze to the next table, who had just opened begun to mix their first solution. Doug could faintly smell something like chlorine or bleach. "It's nothing," he said.

But in that instant, Evie clamped a hand over her mouth, snatched up her purse, and dashed from the room. Doug blinked and then looked around. No one else had noticed. Their teacher was busy with another group on the other side of the room. Without any more hesitation, Doug replaced the vial on their table carefully and went after her.

Out in the hall, he saw her disappear around the next corner. He followed at a quick pace, assuming she was headed for the girls' restroom. He turned the corner and stopped abruptly at the door to the girls' bathroom. Everyone should be in class. There was no harm in following Evie. Just to make sure she was alright.

Taking a deep breath, Doug pushed open the door and slipped inside. He was immediately met by sobs echoing from the last stall, the largest one. The door was open, so he could see Evie's boots. She was kneeling in front of the toilet. The sobs paused for a moment only for Evie to wretch and gag, vomiting into the toilet.

"Evie?" Doug said softly so as not to startle her once her was standing in the doorway of her stall. "Are you ok?"

Evie sniffled and grabbed a bit of toilet paper from the roll beside her head. She wiped her mouth, sitting back on her heels. She was breathing heavily. "I don't know. I...I don't know what's wrong. Probably just something I ate." She sniffled again and stared at the floor. "What are you doing in here? You shouldn't be here," she said weakly.

Doug stepped into the stall and shut the door behind him but didn't lock it. "I wanted to make sure you were ok."

Evie nodded weakly in understanding. "Thanks," she said. Then she burst into tears.

"Evie, Evie, what's wrong?" Doug asked. "I'm sure you're fine. I can take you to the nurse."

Evie shook her head. "I don't know that it is. I just...I'm worried."

"Why?"

Evie just shook her head again. "Girl stuff."

Doug stepped closer to her. "I have sisters, Evie. I know all about girl stuff."

Evie sniffled, peering up at him. He thought she looked like a lost baby deer pleading with a hunter. "You do?"

"Yeah. Even if I hadn't grown up with girls, I'm not stupid." Doug crouched beside her so they were at eye level. "What's going on?"

"I'm late."

Doug's heart sank. His mind rushed to make up assumptions and possibilities that he didn't even want to entertain at that moment. Or at all, really. "Is there a reason that should worry you?" he asked softly.

Evie sniffled and more tears followed, running down her cheeks and dripping onto her dress. She nodded quickly, shutting her eyes. "Before the coronation...before, uh, family day and the big game...I..." She shook her head and swallowed. "Right after we got here...I..."

"You what?" Chad prompted her, dreading the answer.

"Chad and I..." Evie swallowed. "I thought he liked me, Doug." She started crying again. Then she lunged forward and vomited into the toilet again.

Doug sighed softly and pulled her hair back for her. "Evie...you really think you're...pregnant?" he asked after it seemed like she had finished.

Evie sat back on her heels again. "Thanks." She wiped at her mouth again and brushed her hair back over her shoulders. "I don't know," she said. She swallowed again. "I thought...maybe if I ignored it that I might be fine. I thought it might've been stress making me late."

"Did you use protection...with Chad?" Doug asked. The additional two words made him want to vomit himself. The thought of Chad touching...of being with Evie in that way made him ill.

Evie blinked. "What? What kind of protection?"

"You..." Doug frowned, instantly wanting to find Chad and punch him if he hadn't used protection with Evie. Chad, at least, should have known better. "You don't have protection for sex on the Isle?"

Evie shook her head. "We don't really get much on the Isle."

Doug blew out a long breath. "I'm going to kill Chad," he grumbled.

Evie shook her head quickly. "No, no, please don't say anything to anyone. Mal's the only one I've told any of this to. I don't even know if it's true."

"You should go to the nurse. She could tell you."

Evie shook her head again. "No. No, it'll be fine."

Doug studied her face. She looked anything but fine. She looked like she was about to faint. He glanced to her purse where she had thrown it on the tile floor beside her. "Would your mirror know?"

"I..." Evie followed his gaze. "I don't know. Can it know things like that?"

Doug shrugged. "I'm a science guy. Magic is different. It's possible."

Evie reached for her bag and pulled it into her lap. She opened it and took out the handheld magic mirror. "Mirror, Mirror, uh...give me your will; tell me what is making me ill." She glanced up at Doug and shrugged. He understood. Rhyming on the spot wasn't exactly easy, especially when under stress like she was. She looked back at the mirror and frowned. "I think it's broken."

Doug grabbed her wrist and tilted her hand so he could see the mirror too. It was far from broken. It was actually...impressive. It was a sonogram, though he understood that Evie would just see it as TV static. She wasn't far enough along to see anything really. But still, it was a sonogram, which Doug guessed was the mirror's way of answering.

He looked up at her. "No, it's...Evie, here we have machines that let us see inside the womb, sort of. They look like this. This is the photo that a woman gets when she's pregnant." He looked down at it again. "I still think you should go see a doctor, but I think this means you really are pregnant. Around six weeks, I'm guessing from what you told me."

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