Chapter 2: Oct. 15, 1987

Nancy sat in her room, looking down at herself, feeling horrible. She ended up loosing her right index finger completely, and she walks with a limp because the Entity had fractured her left knee. She knew the limp wasn't forever, but it really stopped her from her Rooder work until it got better.

Another issue she had began to notice, was that her period has stopped, since that day, and she was beginning to gain a small stomach. The only thing that Nancy could think of what that she was pregnant... But that isn't right. It can't be. She was only 17. She had to finish her job as a Rooder, and go to college, and then pass down the Hamilton line.

Because of her suspicion, she called her good friend, Philip, to go with her to the hospital to get tested. Now, she was waiting on his arrival. As soon as he showed up, she would lie to her father and say they were going to his house, to study for one of her home-school tests she hadn't finished.

The doorbell rang throughout the Mansion, and Nancy pushed herself out of her chair and started to the door. She wasn't that fast, because of her limp, but she was faster then her father.

She manages to get down the staircase to the front door before her father, and she smiled at Philip, "Hello, there." she said in a soft voice. she turned a little, to see her father at the top of the stair case. "Father, I'm going out to study with Philip, alright?"

He bowed his head as a nod, and then turned back to his bedroom.

Nancy smiled again, and turned to Philip. "Let's go." she said softly.

"Wait though, Nancy. You have that limp, we can't walk all the way to my house with you limping like that. Do you have anything that may help?" he asked looking around. Suddenly he straightened in satisfaction, and ran across the lobby of her house. "This!" he exclaimed, and picked something up.

It was a wooden cane, that was probably her father's. He had left it behind the staircase and it made Nancy think of why. But it was no big deal now.

"Maybe, but then I'll look like an old woman!" she said, her face reading disgust. "My leg doesn't hurt that much." she lied. In fact, every time she stepped with that leg, it throbbed painfully.

"Use it, Nancy. It will help." he said handing her the cane.

She reluctantly took it and sighed. She held it in her left hand, using it as a crutch. "Alright, let's go now." she said, softly, pushing herself toward the front door.

"Okay." Philip said, running to the door to open it for her. He held the door, as she limped through the door.

Nancy sighed. She hated needing help for anything, but having handicaps made it impossible for her otherwise. "Now, let's go to the hospital. It's not too far from here.

"Right." Philip said, looking forward, passed one of the huge trees in her front yard. The outline of the hospital was visible, and he knew it would take them at least 30 minutes to get there walking.

They began walking, Nancy barely using the cane at all, trying to be brave. She huffed a little. "You remember everything I told you about? About the Hamilton family and such?" she asked, remember that she had never even told him what exactly happened.

"Yeah. Something about ghosts and fighting, like you see on Sci-Fi television movies." Philip said, nonchalantly.

"Rooders and Entities. Well... This is what happened to me because of that. About two months ago, I was fighting an Entity, and I was caught off gaurd... I got severely hurt because of a game he dare me to play with him. I had no choice, seeing as though he was much larger then I. He... Every time I screamed after his game began, I lost a finger." Nancy held up her right hand, showing her stub of an index finger. "And he did unspeakable things to me... And... That's why I wanted to go to the hospital today." Nancy tried to look strong, but recalling these memories tore her up inside.

"I thought so about your finger and the limp... But why must we go to the hospital?" Philip asked, hims eyebrow raised slightly.

"What he did to me... I cannot talk about... But... I think..." Nancy hesitated, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I might be... pregnant..." she murmured 'pregnant' as if it was a sin. She lowered her head and stopped walking.

He stopped too, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Oh, my... The Entity guy... He did that to you?" he said, trying not to say the word, knowing it may upset Nancy, though she was already pretty shaken.

Nancy just nodded her head slightly. "Can I ask a favor of you...?" she nearly whispered, her voice raspy.

"Sure." Philip said, in an honest tone.

"If I am... pregnant.. Can you tell people you are the father?" Nancy asked, looking up at him, her light blue eyes glimmering, because she had been fighting back tears. "I don't want anyone to know what really happened, if I do have a child..."

Philip thought for a moment. They would be forced to marry if he claims such... Respect for the both of them will be lost... But then, if he said no, what would happen to Nancy? Her father would possibly abort the child, and that could kill Nancy. "I will. No need to worry, I'm here for you, in this horrid time."

Nancy smiled, and started walking again. She became more and more dependent on the cane she carried, and by the time they were in the hospital parking lot, she was grimacing after every step of her left leg.

When they got inside, the lobby had wheelchairs, for crippled guests, and Nancy quickly sat in one, and sighed of relief.

Philip looked at her and made a face "I told you that without the cane, you'd be in a lot of pain." he said, getting behind her and pushed. He pushed her to the front desk, where a young woman, probably in her twenties, sat.

"Hello, welcome to the Mercy Hospital, how may we help you?" she asked, looking at the flushed faces of the two teens. Nancy was dripping with sweat also.

Nancy was the first to speak up, "Hi, I was here about 2 or so months ago, for a freak accident. And so I should still be in the records."

"Alright, What's your name, last name first." the woman said, turning to a series of filing cabinets, getting ready to look up her file.

"Hamilton, Nancy." Nancy said, as she messed around with the foot panels on the wheelchair, trying to get it to raise to straighten her knee out.

"Ah! I have your file right here. You were volunteering, and your finger got crushed, plus you fractured your knee. Correct?"

"Exactly." she said, holding up her right hand to prove it.

"And all of your tests where negative, for TB, pregnancy, and all your blood-work was clear." the nurse said, looking up at the two.

Nancy nodded, "Actually we came for one of the those tests. See, me and my boyfriend here where fooling around, and I'm frightened that I may have become pregnant." she looked up at Philip, and narrowed her eyes a little for him not to say anything.

"Okay, we can retest you, if you would like. Right this way." The nurse stood up, and started directing them to a pair of double doors. Philip pushed Nancy through the same doors the nurse went through.

Nancy had a shiver, as this hospital still reminded her of what had happened. But they needed this. She had to remind herself of that.

They stopped at a room, and the nurse unlocked the door and let them in. Philip pulled the wheelchair up to the bed, and Nancy pushed herself up, and slid on to the bed.

The nurse opened one of the drawers and was grabbing some things, as Nancy laid back and pulled up her sleeve, so the nurse could take her blood.

The nurse had a small tube, a needle and some wipes. She was now wearing white latex gloves. "Are you ready?" she asked in a nice voice.

"Yes, I am." Nancy said, closing her eyes and looking away, as the nurse stuck the needle in her arm, and let blood pump out. As Nancy looked away, she almost felt someone grab her face and pull her to face the needle. It really scared her and reminded her of what happened.

Nancy began crying, and Philip and the nurse both looked up at her. Nancy opened her eyes, and saw the two looking. "I'm sorry... I have an extreme fear of needles." she murmured, though she knew that she was lying through her teeth.

Philip could tell that that was a lie, but he wasn't going to say anything to depress Nancy, or tip things off to the nurse.

Nancy calmed herself down as the nurse finished working. She was still sniffling but nothing more then that.

"Okay, you two. I'm going to go test this, and I'll be back soon." she said, with a smile on her face. She opened the door and left.

Nancy was completely silent for a second, checking to see if she really left. When she heard footsteps, she loosened up.

"Why did you really start crying, Nancy? You have never had a fear of needles, so I know something else is up." Philip said, looking at her, trying to read her facial expression.

"I had a flashback moment to that night... He would always grab my face and pull it, directing it to what he was doing to me... When I looked away from her taking my blood, I felt a moment of if he was there, he would have pulled my face that way... It scared me..." Nancy said, tears slowly falling down her cheek.

"Oh..." Philip felt bad that he had nearly demanded her to tell him.

They sat in silence, until they heard the door click, and the doorknob turn.

Nancy's stomach flipped, making her feel nauseous. She was so scared of what the nurse was going to say.

"Well, Nancy, it seams that you have a small little baby growing inside of you. Congratulations." the nurse said, smiling.

Nancy put on a false smile thought she felt like puking. "Um, do you know when it was conceived?"

The nurse looked down at the chart in her hands. She flipped through some papers, then looked at her "Some time around the accident you had." she said, and let the papers drop.

"Okay, thank you." she said, still having that fake smile plastered on.

"Alright, I'll leave you two be. Leave whenever you feel you want." the nurse said, leaving once more.

Nancy did that same thing before, only this time she had silent tears rolling down her cheeks. As soon as she heard the foot steps fade, she started crying. She curled as closed to a fetal position she could, and just cried.

"I'm sorry, Nancy." Philip said, rubbing her arm. He didn't know what else to say. He had no clue.

Nancy cried a little more, then looked up at him "What should I do...? I'm too young to have a child... I'm too young... I'm too careless..." Nancy hid herself in her arms, and wept.