I know this chapter is short, but I ran out of muse and had no clue where to end it (again) so I decided to just end it with a semi-funny comment. Sorry for the sucky-ness of the story.
Marti watched Savannah walk out of the bathroom. She looked pale. She looked horrible. She didn't want to just blurt it out like that, that would have been rude. She was concerned, though. Her eyes followed Savannah as she laid down in bed, and curled up in a ball. She stayed silent for a few seconds, until she heard a small whimper and a sniffle.
"Savannah, what's wrong?" Marti asked.
"My immune system," Savannah said as her voice cracked.
"Are you sick?"
Savannah nodded and she covered herself up with her blanket.
"Did you throw up?" she asked.
"Twice..."
"Want me to get you a bowl?"
"Please..."
"I'll be right back," Marti said, getting up from bed. She walked out of the room and went straight to the kitchen.
"Hey, Marti," Alice said.
"Hi. Do we have a Tupperware bowl? Preferably a medium to large sized one?"
"Bottom cabinet in the island. What's it for?"
"Savannah," Marti said, walking to the island.
"Huh?"
"She's been throwing up," she said, getting a bowl out of the cabinet.
"I wouldn't bring that bowl back out here to use."
"Don't worry, I'll bleach it. I'm a whiz at this stuff. Did it for my mom all the time growing up."
"Better safe than sorry."
"Trust me. I know what I'm doing. It's vomit safe and reusable. I promise," Marti said, starting back towards hers and Savannah's room.
"If you're sure."
"I'm sure."
Marti walked back into the room and she closed the door behind her, before walking over to Savannah's bed and setting the bowl on the floor. She put her hand on Savannah's head and bit her lip. "You're not very hot. I'll get a wash cloth and a thermometer just to check your temperature. Bowl's there if you need it."
Savannah sniffled and nodded.
Marti walked to the bathroom and she ran her hand through her hair, looking through the sink drawers for a thermometer. Once she found one, she grabbed a wash cloth from the towel rack and wet it. As she rang it out, she heard Savannah start retching, and she flinched a little, not expecting it. She walked out of the bathroom and she hurried over to Savannah, to hold her hair back.
It took a few minutes, but once Savannah finally got calmed down, Marti ran the wash cloth over her face to cool her off a little. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Savannah nodded. "Fine..."
"Here, put this under your tongue. I'll get a water bottle," Marti said, handing the thermometer to Savannah.
She walked out to the kitchen again and she saw Alice just standing there, staring into space. "...You okay?"
"I would have been if I hadn't heard her..." Alice said.
"You should be glad you didn't witness it. Kinda gross," she said, going to the fridge.
"Yeah, that's usually how vomit works."
"Would've made a huge mess if that bowl wasn't there."
"Yeah, that's kind of obvious."
"Kinda makes you wonder what the hell the girl ate. I mean, it just kept coming..."
"I get it, Marti."
"Pretty sure she puked up just about everything she's ever eaten. I swear most of it was that casserole we had last night. You know, the really meaty one, had all the hamburger chunks and-"
Alice ran out of the room, and Marti laughed a little. "Score."
Marti opened her eyes, hearing someone crying. It didn't take her long to figure out that it was Savannah. She looked at the clock and saw that it was only 3:27 in the morning. She sat up and turned on her bedside light. "Are you alright?"
She didn't get an answer, just a sob.
"Savannah, what's wrong?" she asked, moving from her bed to the brunette's.
Savannah let out another sob. "I took a test..."
"...Okay?"
"This is gonna ruin my-my scholarship, I can't-"
"Hey, calm down. Take a breather, what's going on?"
Savannah calmed herself down the best she could, but she let another sob escape her throat. "It was positive..."
"Positive..." Marti thought for a few seconds, before it finally clicked. "You're pregnant?"
Savannah nodded and she whined a little. "I'm gonna lost my scholarship... I'll be kicked off the team..."
"Well, I'm sure something can be worked out so you can keep your scholarship."
"I'm a flyer, Marti; I can't do my stunts when I have a child inside of me."
"Well, Vanessa's not going to just kick you off the team... She's not heartless."
"She's not going to keep a pregnant girl on her squad."
"Well, I'm sure if you talk to her, she'll try to figure something out."
Savannah sniffled, and she rubbed her eyes. "...I'm not ready for another baby yet..."
"It's kind of late for that. Why didn't you tell me you slept with Dan?"
"Because it's nobody's business."
Marti nodded. "Fair enough. But, just to be fair, you and Dan should have been smart enough to use a condom."
"We used one... It broke."
"If you knew it broke, why didn't you stop and use a new one?"
"We were so close."
"Oh, ew. I could have lived the rest of my life not knowing that."
"Don't play that card on me, you just asked me why I didn't tell you that I had sex with him."
"...Kay, yeah, but I did not ask you if you climaxed. That is just something I don't need to know."
"Climax usually happens during sex. Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out."
"Unless it's just not good sex."
"True..."
Marti stayed silent for a few seconds and she looked at Savannah. "Do you know how far along you might be?"
"Not anymore than a couple weeks. I need to make an appointment."
"You need some sleep. You look terrible."
"Thank you, Miss Optimistic."
"Sorry. But really. You should sleep. All that vomiting and crying has to wear you out. If you need anything, just wake me up. I don't have classes tomorrow."
"Today."
"What?"
"It's past midnight. It's today."
"Well, I don't have classes today."
"Marti?"
"Hm?"
"It's Saturday."