A/N: With a new quarter in College comes adjustments. Sorry it took me a while to finally update. I am taking 18 credits this quarter and just finished my first week. Anyways, the next chapter wishes you to read it and to review it. It told me so.

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With everything on my mind at the time, it was no surprise that I didn't notice the nurse come in and start to remove all the things attached to me. Right now I was overwhemed with the knowledge of a baby and having to fight an STD from my dead ex boyfriend. Ex boyfriend, that always sounded weird to me whenever I talked about Cassidy. We had never really broken up, actually, we had just gotten back together. But I guess when they decide to commit suicide it is kinda like sending you a note in your locker at school and never speaking to you again. But even I, the person everyone thought would go crazy, did not see dead people.

"Now, I am just going to..."

"Ahh!!" I yelled, almost jerking my arm way from the nurse that began removing my IV. As cute and small as she was, she kept my arm still.

"I am sorry miss! Did I startle you?" She looked at me with consern.

"No... no it's fine... Just didn't see you there..." I gulped and relaxed again.

She finally pulled out the IV in my arm and unhooked me from each machine. I sat up on the side of the bed and let my feet dangle just above the tile floor. Damn did I need to shave my legs.

"Alright Missy," the nurse said in an abnormally high pitched voice. "Here are your prescription papers and a list of all the prenatal vitamins that are recommended for you." She smiled and handed me another piece of paper. "And these are the dates for all your check-ups up until the due date. If you can't make it, please call and reschedule as soon as possible."

I just smiled at her and wondered if SHE was more happy about my baby then I was. "Thank you."

The nurse, who I read the name on the paper as 'Madison', I shivered, had laid out the clothes I was wearing when I fainted, but they looked washed. I only figured this because there was the absents of wrinkles, grass and mud stains, and whatever was splattered on the side of the disgusting frat boy house.

"Well, get dressed and sign out out front. Have a wonderful day!" She waved and walked out of the room. I wanted to puke; people that happy should be shot.

Not that happiness wasn't good, I guess I was just a little jealous. I wouldn't want to be that happy about everything, but a little bit of happiness is good for people.

When I put my clothes back on, I made sure all my belongings were still in my pockets; keys, piece of paper I scribbled random notes on, pack of gum, and... no cell phone. Damnit... they must have it at the front counter... I frowned and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. Aside from looking like I got hit by a bus, I looked like a supermodel. I quickly ran my hands through my hair and sighed realizing that I needed to re-dye my hair, the red was slowly fading to pink. What an ugly color pink is. I think I am going to dye it back to blue again, that always went nice with everything.

I pocketed the papers I was given before heading out of the room. The hospital was pretty packed and many familar faces jumped out at me; Casey Gant from high school was sitting in the waiting room, Janie from the supermarket, always the lady at customer service, and a few little girls that she remembers seeing at Neptune Elementry. When I reached the desk with the sign out form, I spotted him; Dick Casablancas.

He was talking to the lady running the computer across the counter and she seemed uninterested in what was most likely his flirting. I nervously walked up to the counter and smiled at the lady. "I am here to check out." I kept my eyes locked on the back of the computer monitor and never moved them over to look at Dick. He was the LAST person I needed to talk to right now. Not after finding out that I was pregnant with his dead brothers baby. Dick was a train wreck after what happened with Cassidy and I doubt the tale of me getting knocked up would brighten his cheery day. Hmph, or mine.

But he didn't look all that sad today, at least what I saw of him anyways. His eyes didn't show that sad gleam and his ablity to stand up straight hinted that he may not be drunk.

"Here you go ma'am, just sign here..." She handed her a pen and Mac signed her legal name and returned the items. She then turned around and stared at all people sitting there, all waiting for someone they cared to get out of the doctors safely. Now I just needed to find the one that was waiting for me.

"So, how are you Mackie?" I heard from behind me and slowly shut my eyes, hoping to wake up when I opened them again.

"Did you lose your hearing?" He was walking up from behind me and I walked away from him and sat in one of the chairs.

"I can hear you just fine, I am just choosing to ignore it Dick." I sighed. Come on night in shining armor, right now would be a good time to swip me off my feet and take me away...

He sat next to me and grinned that cocky grin that marked him, "So, how did it go in there? You gunna be alright?"

"They say I will be just fine Dick, there was nothing wrong with me." I answered, not really caring.

"Nothing wrong with you? You passed out and looked like you were dying when I found you." He throw out there.

"What??!!" I state upright and looked at him like I did at the doctor earlier.

"Yeah, don't you remember? You passed out outside Pi Sig and I took you to the hospital?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"That was you???" I was so confused. Here I am worried about seeing Dick and he just happens to be the guy that brought me here in the first place. I just leaned back again and exhaled a huge breath I had been holding in.

"Yeah, I was all Clark Kent like and rescued you."

"Did you fly?"

"Um, no Mackie, I can't do that yet. I may be awesome, but I haven't mastered that yet."

"Then you are not Clark Kent," I crossed my arms and looked away from him. I couldn't help but smile a little.

"Come on Mackie, don't I get a little credit for bringing you here before you died of some sort of illness or whatever happened to you?"

"..." I chose to change the subject. "Do you know where my phone is?"

He pulled it out of this pocket and flashed it in front of my face. "This it?" He grinned.

I snatched it out of his hands and examined it for damage.

"I took it so I could call your parents and tell them that you were here. But the only person home was Ryan and the babysitter so I just talked to them for a while."

"The babysitter or my little brother?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"Well both actually, mostly Ryan though. I told him that you were at the hospital and to have your parents call you when they got home. They went out for the day together or something like that." he shrugged. "Your brother is a pretty cool little dude."

"Not when you live with him." I mumbled.

He just laughed and we fell silent. Before the awkwardness killed me I coughed. "So are you going to take me home or what?" I looked over at him.

"Driver Dick at your service," He wiggled his eyebrows a bit and smirked. "Let's go." He got up and I followed him out, avoiding the look I got from Casey Gant from across the room.

When we reached his truck, he unlocked it from his keys and we seated ourselves. "Are you sure you are alright, you look like hell."

"Thank you Dick for the confidence booster." he glared at him and buckled my seat belt.

"No dude! I wasn't meaning it like that! I don't think you are ugly. You're actually really pretty but... It is like... A figure of speech or whatever... Like you look sick and shit so... That is suppose to be like hell or whatever and..."

"Dick, stop while you are ahead. Plus, the complimenting is even weirder then your explanations." I held back a laugh but I did smile.

"Ok... But you get it right?" he started the car and stared at me while he backed up.

"Yeah, I get it. So hey, can we stop at the Pharmacy... There is something I need to pick up..." I asked.

"I thought you said there was nothing wrong with you?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

Of course there was something wrong with me, there was alway something wrong and the coincidence that Dick Casablancas was the one that found me having morning sickness and passing out just shows how right that statement is. Was I Adoff Hitler in a past life?? Because I must have done some stupid shit in the past to have this perfect life. Ok, maybe not Hitler... Maybe Hannibal Lecter... Wait, he wasn't real.

"There isn't... I just have a headache..." I lied and he bought it.

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