Okay, new chapter. I'm going to try and write this in three hours, so that I have time to post another chappie tomorrow. Expect a few grammar errors today .

Now this is the start of part 2. Part two is sort of like a sequel to the previous part, but now the story doesn't focus on them getting together – it focuses on Drew's recovery and a something else which you will find out in this chapter.

Chapter 13: Possibility

What exactly had happened yesterday? It still didn't make any sense to me. It was dawn at last, yet this dawn had just taken the longest of times to come. I couldn't sleep all night, despite all of my exhaustion. Why was this? Because I had been so worried about Drew. He was still lying in the hospital, and he hadn't yet woken up. We were going to see him again today, and the day after and the day after that. He was going to be in hospital for a minimum of three weeks, and for each and every one of the days contained in those weeks, I was going to keep my promise, and not let anything come between us.

Max had been right. Had I not kept my promise, and had I just let Drew die, simply because it was Drew's will, then he would just be gone… but he was still there, for which I was glad. Just a week ago, at Ash's party, I had wished that Drew would just die. I had now learnt my lesson: Be careful what you wish for.

I was lying in bed, but I didn't want to get up. My stomach was feeling very squeamish again. Third time this week. I didn't want to sit up, because I felt like puking again. I rolled over in bed, and that was when the door opened and Max walked into my room, fully dressed and looking ready to go out.

"Oh," he said, smiling, "You're awake! I thought I heard a noise coming from this room,"

I nodded. The surprise gained from his entry had made my vomit come up into my throat. Max was looking at me suspiciously, and I could tell that he was trying to sense what was wrong. It was harder if you didn't make eye-contact though.

This was when I retched again. I put my hand to my mouth, but it was a bit too late. I was going to vomit on to my bed sheets… or was I?

At that moment, Max turned towards the door of my en suite bathroom, and at very fast speed, a dish seemed to fly out of it and land right under my mouth. I knew it was Max's doing, as thankful none the less, I removed my hand and vomited into the dish. At least it didn't get over the bed sheets – we were going to stay here until Drew got discharged.

"Thanks for that," I said to Max, standing up and moving towards the bathroom to clean out the dish, "That was a life saver,"

Max, who had followed me into the bathroom, watched me wash the dish for a moment before speaking.

"This isn't a coincidence May," he said simply, "The vomiting…"

"What?" I asked, turning slightly, "Can you- I mean do your powers tell you what's wrong with me?"

"No," said Max. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the running water, "Anyone can tell that this isn't a coincidence… it isn't normal,"

Max had taken to wearing a lot of black these days. He was once again wearing the large shirt, over dark jeans. His sun glasses were once again perched on his forehead.

"What do you think it is then?" I said, turning of the water. Max seemed to snap out of some sort of trance, because at that moment, he shook his head and looked at me.

"Oh… don't worry," he said, "Wash up and come down so we can eat breakfast,"

With that he left. He was acting a bit strange, stranger than usual. Did he suspect something? I sighed. What sort of illness could I have? I brushed my teeth and didn't bother to get changed. When I arrived in the hall however, I could hear Ash, Casey and Max's voices coming from the dining area.

"It could be Drew," I heard Casey's voice say conversationally,

"Yeah," I heard Ash say, "He's probably the only possibility… only May and Drew are pretty civilized, well… Drew is anyway. I'm sure they wouldn't do something like that when they were only a little way into it,"

"It's the most likely cause for it… that's for sure," said Casey, "Unless it was the fish and chips,"

"Don't be stupid," I heard Max reply.

"Yeah," I heard Ash say, "Don't blame the fish and chips. It's probably not, seeing as it only started after…"

They were obviously talking about me. Maybe they thought I was travel sick? Or sick of Drew or something? What on earth was going on?

"May," I heard Max say loudly. I jumped, "I know you're eavesdropping on us… now can you come in here for a second, we need to talk to you,"

A little nervous, I entered the dining room. As soon as I walked in, I was intimidated by the three of them. Casey was leaning against the wall, one of her arms on her hip… she was wearing a black dress which looked like it was made of leather. Ash on the other hand, was wearing a black tracksuit with a devil patterned on the front, he was sitting at the table, his arms folded and he had the chair pushed back slightly, so that only two of the legs touched the floor. Max was standing up too, leaning on the table with one of his hands. His costume was as intimidating as ever. All three of them were looking at me, with a look that reminded me of a leer.

It was as though they were ganging up on me about something. All of them were taller than me, and fully dressed in what looked like gangster clothes. Then there was me, in my pink nightdress with messy hair which I had not yet combed.

"Well May," said Max. He gave a little smirk, "We think we've found the cause of your vomiting,"

"What?" I asked. I had half predicted it would be something like this, but I still didn't get their poses and funny attitudes.

"Well, we think so anyway," said Casey, her expression softening as she moved away from the wall and towards me, "We've got to ask you something before we can make sure,"

"And what's that?" I asked, a little timidly.

"Well," said Ash, "It's a bit of an awkward question, but after you and Drew got together… did you ever um… did you… you know… e-"

This was typical Ash. He never liked to use exact words, Casey gave him a stared at him,

"What Ash is trying to ask," she said, looking back at me, "Is whether you and Drew ever got into bed together?"

"Yeah," said Ash, "That,"

"What you mean… sleep in the same bed?" I asked, not knowing where this was coming to.

"Of for god's sake," said Max, "Did you two ever have sex?"

"Oh… that," I asked, my voice failing. What on earth were they on about? Did they think that I had gotten some sexually transmitted disease or something, "Well… um yes… we did on Monday,"

All three of them exchanged glances. They had obviously been discussing this since before I had even woken up.

"That was the day you got together… right?" asked Casey.

"Well," I muttered. They'd probably think that I had no control over myself if I told them, so I sighed before I spoke, "Um, yeah… it was,"

The three of them once again exchanged glances. This time however, they looked slightly horrified.

"That settles it," said Ash, clapping his hands together,

"Wait!" said Casey, looking at him seriously, "We can't prove anything until we've done a proper test,"

"Exactly," said Max, "So we're going to buy a proper test from the chemist when we go and visit Drew today,"

"What are you guys on about?" I asked, rather confused. All three of them seemed to answer at once, it was like all of them were psychics…

"May," the said simultaneously, "We think you're pregnant,"

What? No way… it just couldn't be. I had only had one encounter with Drew, and didn't you need to have lots to get pregnant. I couldn't believe it, I wasn't even sixteen yet. It just couldn't be true.

"It can't be possible! I'm too young… I'm only sixteen," I shouted, panic in my voice. I couldn't believe it… I wouldn't believe it.

"Actually May," said Ash, "You aren't too young… Max told me that you've had that thing… you know… the one… the monthly… you know-"

"Period?" supplied Casey, "Seriously Ash,"

"Nice going," I snapped at Max. Still, it just wasn't right… just a week ago, Max turned up and told us that he was gifted with psychic powers, and then yesterday Drew was stabbed and admitted to hospital, and now this?!?! Sure, the world was full of surprises, but the surprises never came this quickly. My life had been pretty normal, and then the last week was just so different. It didn't make sense.

"No… I can't be pregnant! No… it's just not possible," I retorted, a tear of stress leaked down my face. Why couldn't I think of anything to defend myself?

"Don't worry yet," said Casey sympathetically, "We still have to do a pregnancy test… these boys could just be jumping to conclusions. Trust me, they know nothing about girls," she smirked at Ash again.

I gave a weak smile. It was nice that they all cared for me, but I just couldn't believe how far-fetched their theory was! I just couldn't believe it.

"Guys… if Drew's awake, can we please not tell him about our suspicions," I asked, "Not until it's confirmed anyway… I don't want to add any weight to his shoulders,"

All of them nodded. At least they understood.

"We're going to buy a pregnancy test from the chemist and bring it home," said Max, ignoring Casey's last remark, "I don't fancy having it done by those hospital staff… they all kept on staring at me,"

"Well," said Casey, who seemed to find this statement completely normal, "What did you do when you first saw them?"

"If I hadn't done what I did, Drew might not have survived," retorted Max, sitting back down.

"And precisely what did you do?" said Casey, smirking.

"They took forever to get the stretcher out for some reason… so I decided to levitate it and help them,"

"Well… I don't see why you're complaining then," she replied, shrugging, "You know what they say about first impression…"

"Shut up," said Max.

I tried to laugh, but I couldn't quite manage it. It wasn't that I was feeling depressed or anything… it was just something which I couldn't believe, and that was possibility. Was it possible that there really was a little baby growing inside me? There sure were a lot of things that I didn't know.