This Kiss V
by CuteDiva
A/N: This is the DIRECT continuation of part 4, told by Liz's POV.
"Liz, Liz, wake up!" Max said, trying to get me around after I fainted. I felt like I had been knocked out, and slowly, I was coming around. I opened my eyes, the light blinding me. I was weak and disoriented, but I tried to stand properly. Max stopped me, and carried me off to my bed, lay me down, and tucked the quilt over me up to my chin.
"What happened?" I asked weakly.
"You fainted," he stuttered. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. I still felt sick to my stomach, and I felt even sicker when I thought about what my symptoms could mean. I shut my eyes tight, blocking tears. Instinctively, Max put his arms around me.
"I'm so scared," I whispered.
"You're probably just stressed about midterms," Max said, moving my hair out of my face.
"It's not that," I said, trembling. Did I DARE say what I was thinking?
"Max," I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks, "I think I'm pregnant."
***
"What?" he asked, his eyes widening double the size they had been when I fainted.
"I've just felt really sick over the past week, and I've been throwing up, and today I fainted..."
"It's probably just a coincidence," Max said, shaking his head.
"Max, I'm scared," I repeated. "What if I AM pregnant? What will I do?"
"We'll think of something," he said.
"You aren't gonna leave me, are you?"
"Never," he whispered fiercely. "I would never leave you."
***
The next day, Maria dragged me to the pharmacy to buy one of those home pregnancy tests. A part of me just wanted to get this over with, but a part of me didn't want to deal with whatever would, or could, happen.
"Which do you prefer, knowing or not knowing?" Maria nagged, and finally, I took the small box into the bathroom, did the test, and waited for the results.
I closed my eyes tightly, too afraid to look my future in the eye.
A/N: Now didn't THAT suck? Please don't flame me. I've never experienced what Liz is going through because, to be honest, I don't DO what Liz is doing in these stories *ahem.* So, if you think that a goody-two-shoes like me shouldn't be writing about this topic, I seriously do NOT care. If you do like my stories, YAY!