Okay...*hides behind fav books as to avoid death glares* I know, I know, it's been AGES, but I'm back! Here y'all go!
When I arrive at the hospital, my team of doctors are all already waiting for me. I take a seat in between Mom and Dad, waiting for Doctor Maria to say something.
"So, Hazel, I understand that you want to keep the baby, which, of course, means that you will have to stop your medication. Doctor Roberto would like to talk to you about the risks that this will cause to you and the baby." she smiles, gesturing towards a Mexican, bearded man who I haven't seen before. He holds a clipboard in his hand, and has horn-rimmed glasses which he keeps wrinkling his nose to hitch up.
"Hello, señorita, I, as you already know, am Doctor Roberto." he says in a heavy Mexican voice that sounds a bit like sunshine. Shit, now I am turning into a hippy, spouting fluffy similes here, there and everywhere. I nod slightly, letting him carry on, which he does,"So, the risks of you not taking medication are:
~Tumor growth, which good result in the cancer spreading to your unborn child.
~Lungs filling with liquid quicker than they already are, resulting with the need of draining your lungs every one or two weeks, which can endanger your baby, as draining your lungs could disable it in some way if it goes slightly wrong.
~Of course, less time to live, premature birth due to the fact that your body will get weaker and weaker, and even possible miscarriage.
Hazel, I think I speak for all of us when we say that, now that you know the risks of having your child, that you decide to opt for abortion." Doctor Roberto says, giving me what I think is meant to be a reassuring smile. I simply shake my head, of course I wouldn't kill Augustus and I's little infinity, why would I? Doctor Roberto writes down a couple things on his clipboard, prescribes me some pre-natal pills that are specifically designed to SLIGHTLY aid my needs, and dismisses my family and I.
When I finally get home, the first thing I do is get changed into something Kaitlyn would deem worthy for public viewing, which is:
~A pair of teeny tiny denim shorts
~A neon green crop top that says 'GEEK' in bold black writing on it with a with a white vest underneath
~A little green clip in my hair to bring out the little flecks of green in my brown eyes
~And a pair of light green flip-flops
As you can probably guess, my favorite color is green. Kaitlyn comes by at exactly one o'clock after I have had a small salad for lunch, and whisks me off to the mall in her small mini.
"Hey, ready to do some baby shopping, my friend?" Kaitlyn asks, barely able to contain her excitement. I roll my eyes and get into her car.
Half an hour later, and Kaitlyn are walking around the baby shop, holding at least ten baby grows that are either green or yellow, as I wanted neutral colors for the baby who's gender I have decided not to find out. Kaitlyn also keeps trying to get me to buy maternity clothes, but I refuse to, saying that I'll just wear some of Gus' old shirts. As we near the end of the baby clothes aisle, Kaitlyn spies some CUTE baby grows, which have both got the most beautiful color scheme.
Kaitlyn runs ahead to take them off the rack, and comes back holding the two baby grows. That's when I see the writing on them.
"Uh, Kaitlyn, I REALLY don't think - " my voice catches in my throat as my damned hormones cause me to cry buckets of salty tears.
"Oh, oh, Hazel, I really didn't realize, it's just, they looked so grand..." Kaitlyn tries to comfort me, still holding the two baby grows that have the words 'I LOVE MOMMY' and 'I LOVE DADDY' on them. They both remind me of how my child will never meet their parents.
Kaitlyn quickly buys the baby grows that I have chosen, before buying to chocolate milkshakes and going back to the car. On the way back, there is next to no conversation as we both slurp our milkshakes, which I have been craving a lot recently.
Today is Support Group, AGAIN, and Mom wants me to go, so I say that I will, on the condition I go by myself. She reluctantly agrees, giving me the car keys and I rush out the door. I do not drive to the Literal Heart Of Jesus, however, I drive to Isaac's house.
When I get there, it is Isaac's mom who opens the door, and when I ask to see Isaac, she says that he is playing Counterinsurgence 2 in his room. I thank her and walk down the corridor into my blind friend's room.
The sight that meets my eyes when I enter Isaac's room is appalling at best. Pizza boxes that contain moldy pieces of pizza, ruined copies of the series that Augustus was so very fond of, and, write in the middle of the room, a disheveled Isaac.
His sunglasses are askew, his clothing, which he seems to have worn for several days, stinks more than the pizza, and he has a 5 o'clock shadow.
"God, Isaac, stop acting like such a douche-pants." I say on arrival, and Isaac starts. I guess he didn't hear me come in.
"Who's there? 'Cos if you're Monica, you are dead." he says in a dead-serious voice, and I decide to quickly let him know that I am not that witch of a girl.
"No way, hose! It's Hazel, you know, the one that got fucked by Gus and is now carrying his child?" I quiz him, and he lets out a snort of laughter, before turning serious.
"Miss Lancaster, if you DARE call me douche-pants again, consider yourself as bad as Monica." he threatens, and I let out a loud, snorting laugh, before I start to struggle to breathe.
I start hyper-ventilating, so loud that Isaac begins to worry. My head starts to hurt like hell, and black dots cover my vision. Just as I am fading out of consciousness, Isaac says the words that should save my life: "I'm calling 911."
DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUNNNNN! Is this the end? Duh, of course not! But, what's going to happen to Hazel and the baby? Miscarriage, put in critical condition? HMMMMMMM... my evil mind needs to mull over the possibilities, so, Bye-Bye my lovelies!
~bookgeekfromblackheath