Positive. The result is positive. It's positive. This is not what I need in my life right now! I just moved in with Tobias last month. It's all happening too fast. I can't even comprehend it. What, what on Earth am I going to do?
All these thoughts race through my mind as I sink to my knees in the bathroom.
I hear a gentle knocking on the door. "Tris, what are the results? You've been in there for almost an hour now!" His soft voice pierces through the silence.
After he realizes that I'm not answering, he pounds more insistently on the door. "TRIS?" he yells, clearly panicking.
I walk to the door, as if in a trance, open it, and sit on the couch without saying a word.
Tobias walks into the bathroom and comes out holding the test strip. He doesn't say a word, but just picks me up and carries me to the infirmary.
Everything goes by so fast I swear the clocks are moving double speed. One minute, Tobias is telling the nurses what's going on, the next, the doctor has me lied down on a bed.
"Yup. You're definitely having a baby." The doctor's words blur together in my mind. I notice Tobias silently walks out of the room. I just sit there, hearing, but not really listening to the doctor's congratulations.
Congratulations? For what? This kid is going to ruin my life! I'm 18 and with child! This is….. This is… impossible to comprehend. I'm not even married to Tobias. I'm 18. I'm pregnant.
I thank the nurse and walk out the room to find Tobias. What does he think about all this? He probably as shocked and terrified as I am.