Hey, sorry I didn't update this sooner! I got two wisdom teeth out and the d*** pain pills made me puke like every single time I ate ANYTHING! Agh! Couldn't even sit up! =P F you, pain meds… anyways! Here's the update!
Will's POV
Later this morning I let April sleep in because she looked exhausted when she got sick earlier. When I go to check on her, she's laying on the couch, awake. "Hey…"
"Hey…" she smiles back.
"How're you feeling?" I ask her.
"Okay" she replies, hiding a yawn. I know she's still pretty tired, and needs as much rest as she can get.
I sit by her and she sits up so I have room on the couch. I start rubbing her back when she winces, "Be honest…"
She's quiet for a few minutes while I keep rubbing her back, "Have you been to the doctor?"
"Not yet…" she says. She probably doesn't have any way of even getting to the doctors right now. She needs to be somewhere where she can have access to that kinda stuff.
"I think I'm gonna make you an appointment to make sure everything's okay." I tell her.
I notice the expression on her face change to one of fear as she mumbles, "You don't have to…"
I'm sure everything's okay but I just want her to get checked out anyways. It'll be better for the baby if she does see a doctor.
"You're pregnant, April, you really should go to the doctor…" I explain to her.
She's quiet and looks down at the floor.
I gently squeeze her shoulder, I know she's probably really scared, because of what happened. "I'll come with you, it's okay…"
"Kay…" she mutters.
I rub her back because I've noticed that it helps her relax a little. "Just relax, it's gonna be okay…"
"I kinda, might be, really scared of doctors…" she says. Doesn't surprise me at all, she's probably never really been and every time she has been it's been a bad experience.
"That's okay, I'll be with you," I reassure her. she definitely needs to stay somewhere where she's gonna get the help she needs.
"Okay," she says, sounding a little relieved that she doesn't have to do it alone.
I gently rub her back, and she relaxes just a little bit, "Don't think about it too much okay…"
She leans into me and doesn't really say anything. She's still so tired and just needs to rest.
"You know you can tell me if you're feeling bad…" I remind her. she's just not used to people caring, so she doesn't really know what to do.
"I kinda do…" she quietly tells me.
"What's bothering you?" I ask, it's probably her stomach still.
She's quiet, but she closes her eyes so I know she's not feeling well at all.
I keep rubbing her back, "How's your stomach?"
"Okay…" she mumbles. I can tell she's lying, she's really unsure of herself.
"You can tell me, I'm gonna help you." I explain, she just needs the extra reassurance every once in a while.
"Don't feel that good…" she whimpers. I knew she wasn't feeling any better than she was this morning.
"Think you're gonna be sick?" I ask her.
"I'll be okay…" she replies, leaning back on the couch.
"I'm gonna bring you some ginger ale, it'll help.."
"Kay…" she quietly says. I know she's really feeling bad. And she's trying not to be too much of a problem, but she's gotta let me help if she's sick.
I come back with her ginger ale and she slowly takes a few sips, "You're gonna be okay…"
She just keeps sipping the ginger ale and stares at the floor. She's got so much on her mind that she doesn't know where to start talking about it or what to do.