:Chapter 21:
"Jesse we have to get me out of here ASAP" Susannah said emerging from the adjourning bathroom.
"Querida, we've gone over this, you can't leave until Dr. Rogers says you can be released" I replied.
"Do you even know what today is?" she asked, climbing into her bed.
"Umm… I'm not sure, Thursday?" I guessed.
"It's Friday. Friday night to be precise" she corrected.
"Nombre de Dios. Is it really?" I questioned.
Susannah simply nodded her head, and gave me look that said 'duh'.
"I'll go ask the nurse for your release forms" I said, quickly exiting the room.
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"You kids these days, always in such a hurry" sighed the nurse as she wheeled Susannah out the front entrance.
"Yeah, well we'd be out of here already if I didn't have to be taken out of here in a wheelchair" huffed Susannah.
"Hospital policy" the nurse stated, helping Susannah up.
"Thanks Leslie" Susannah said happily, and gave her a brief hug.
"Don't mention it, honey" the young nurse replied, before wheeling the wheelchair back into the hospital. "I don't wanna see you back in here for a while, Suze" she called before disappearing amongst the hustle and bustle of hospital visitors and staff.
"Okay, let's get out of here. Where's your car?" Susannah asked.
"Querida I rode with you in the ambulance, my car is back at my cousin's apartment" I answered.
"Then, how are we going to get the ring, and get to Paul?" she questioned.
"Susannah, first I'm taking you home so you can rest, then I'm going to get the ring. And tomorrow, we'll deal with Paul" I said, retrieving my cell phone from my pocket. After calling speed dial 7, CeeCee answered; "Yes, Jesse?"
"Hi CeeCee, umm… how are you?" I asked, trying to be super sweet.
"Is Suze out already, or what time should I be there?" she questioned. I could tell she was smiling, just by her smug tone of voice, and somehow I knew Susannah had a hand in this.
"We're in front of the hospital right now" I replied.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," she said, before hanging up. I turned and looked to Susannah to ask if she knew why CeeCee had known when she would be getting out, but I couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face. Susannah was sitting down on a stone bench; her black and white stripped purse opened in her lap. She held up a silver compact in one hand, while she applied a light pink lip-gloss. When she noticed I was staring at her, she put down her lip-gloss and gave me a small smile. "I've missed make-up sooo much" she whined.
"I don't know why you use that stuff querida, you really don't need it" I said, taking a seat next to her.
"Jesse, I love you and all, but please never lie to me like that again" she replied with a smile.
"Susannah, I most certainly am not lying to you" I assured her, before taking a cautious look around and then planting a light kiss on her lips. When I pulled away I involuntarily licked my lips and tasted some of the lip-gloss Susannah had been wearing. It tasted really good. A sweet taste, but not over powering; it was nice.
Susannah let out a little giggle and than said "Well I guess Jessica didn't lie; guys do like the taste of it."
I blushed and asked, "Who's Jessica?"
"Jessica Simpson, it's her new make up line, Dessert. Like it?" she questioned.
"HmmMmm" I sighed and gave her another kiss. It was meant to be a brief peck, but it lasted a little longer than expected. We quickly jumped away from one another when a car horn honked right in front of us. "Jeez, could you at least wait 'til you're off hospital property" CeeCee teased.
"Now where's the fun in that" responded Susannah with a sly smile on her face. Her and CeeCee exchanged quick glances and then they both broke out in laughter.
"I think I remember why I thought girls were weird when I was younger" I joked, grabbing Susannah's bag and putting it into CeeCee's trunk. Susannah was getting up from the bench when I noticed she winced in pain.
"Querida, are you alright?" I asked rushing to her side.
"Uhh… yeah, I'm fine… must be cramps or something" she answered nonchalantly. A little too nonchalantly for my taste.
"Susannah, tell me the truth, are you in any pain?" I questioned, looking into her eyes. I noticed her normal sparkle wasn't sparkling; pain was evident in her eyes.
She nodded her head and clutched her stomach, then squeaked "Something's not right. It hurts so bad." Tears started streaking down her cheeks and CeeCee jumped out of the car. "Suze, when was the last time you had your period?" she asked hurriedly.
"Three weeks ago" she whispered, "why?"
"And the last time you and Jesse had sex?" CeeCee questioned. I shot her a confused look and asked, rather hotly, "What does that have to do with any of this?"
"Uhh… day before yesterday" Susannah answered weakly, sweat appearing on her forehead.
"Pill, patch, or shot?" CeeCee asked.
Susannah gasped and sent me a startled glance. "Pill" she murmured, "I haven't taken since the day we first did it."
"Your body is trying to fight off the, most likely, fertilized egg, but because you haven't taken the pill in a couple days, it's struggling. You use Ortho Tri Cyclen?" CeeCee questioned, wiping the sweat from Susannah's forehead. (AN: I'm almost positive that this could never happen, but for the sake of the plot, we'll just say it's a freaking mediator thing).
Susannah nodded her head quickly and then cried out in pain, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"Jesse get in the back with Suze, we have to get to my house and fast. I have this pill that might be able to help you" CeeCee instructed. (AN: As a nice reader pointed out to me, this is not and could not be a morning after pill).
"No, don't hurt it" Susannah breathed, her hand finding mine as I settled us both into the back seat.
"Querida, don't worry. Squeeze my hand okay, I'm gonna stay with you until you're all better. Try and take deep breaths" I advised her. "CeeCee, what is she talking about?" I asked quietly so Susannah wouldn't hear me.
"Jesse, the pill I have is gonna make her body expel the egg that's trying to attach itself to the lining of her uterus" CeeCee stated, breaking the speed limit by at least 20 mph.
"And…" I prompted.
"It's basically an induced miscarriage" she finished.
"But you can only have a miscarriage if you're pregnant, and Susannah is definitely not… is she?" I blurted.
"Kind of, but not really. I mean one of her eggs is probably fertilized, but it can't attach itself to the lining of her uterus; so technically she's not pregnant, she's more of an in between. But we have to prevent the egg from sticking to her lining, cause if it does the pill won't do any good, and she'll need an abor-… umm… to see a doctor about her options" CeeCee answered.
As soon as I had heard the word 'fertilized egg', I tried to think back to the year of biology I had taken last year, but my mind was clouded over by thoughts of the pain Susannah must be in, or how on earth I was going to explain this to my parents. "So, inside her, right at this moment, an egg, fertilized by me, is trying to cling on to her, so it can grow into a baby?" I asked, trying to make sure I knew what was going on. I looked down at Susannah with a bright gleam in my eye, but then realized how this would affect us… or more specifically, Susannah.
"Jesse" Susannah mumbled, "shift, and get the ring. I'm gonna call Paul."
"Querida, I'm not letting you out of my sight" I protested.
"I'm not the angelic being, Jesse," she said through ragged breaths "it's the baby you saw; it's our baby."