I don't love you/But I always will
Bubbles rang out her luxurious blonde hair and shook her head, little beads of water dropping onto the floor as she headed for the exit. She was looking forward to getting home.
Although she hadn't experienced any sickness yet, she was dog tired all the time, and at only 9 weeks pregnant she was finding work hard already.
"Hey Bubbles, are you not coming along?" Her colleague and friend Grace called to her as she passed a group of them all dressed up ready to go out.
"Where are you going?" Bubbles paused briefly to ask, but wondered why she had asked, she knew she didn't want to go anywhere but home.
"Down to Temptress for a few drinks. Coming?" Grace asked, looking at the others who were ready to go.
"You don't have to drink, obviously." Michelle added. "You can just come for a boogie."
"No thanks guys - I am totally wiped out. Honestly this baby growing is exhausting. I'll see you all tomorrow. Have fun!" Bubbles said, waving and heading out the door, her friends hollering their goodbyes as she went.
An hour or so later, and Blossom too was finishing at work. She'd just changed out of her scrubs and was wandering through the locker rooms, thinking about what to have for dinner, when Ethan called her name.
"Where are you going?" He inquired, confused.
"Erm, home." She answered, just as perplexed as he was.
"But it's the Christmas party tonight, are you not coming?" He looked slightly disappointed.
"On account of it being almost February, no, I won't be." Blossom responded, ruffled.
"I know," Ethan said, finally smiling. "But we were all working over Christmas, so we planned it for tonight. It was on the staff notice board, did you not see it? We're just going to Temptress for drinks…"
Blossom shifted her feet uncomfortably. She'd not looked on the board, she hardly ever did. "I didn't know… Sorry, I'm not exactly prepared for a night out -"
"But you look fine as you are!" Ethan blurted, then looked a little abashed.
"Come on Blossom, that note's been up on the board for about a month. And I know you've got the next two days off. No excuses, you're coming!" Tess instructed, clinging to her surgeon boyfriend Tom's arm.
Blossom looked down at her worn skinny jeans, sneakers and vest top under her thick cardi. "I doubt they'll even let me in dressed as I am!"
"I have a couple of spare dresses, I couldn't decide - you can borrow one!" Tess cried, grabbing a black and a purple garment from her locker.
Blossom took the black one begrudgingly. "Fine, fine, just give me a second then… I can't see this dress looking okay with sneakers?!"
"I bought heels too!" Tess retaliated; and Blossom cursed under her breath.
The dress was a bit of a squeeze, and regardless of the fact that Blossom did not want to be there, at least she didn't feel as ridiculous as she would have done if she was in her casual wear.
Her work friends weren't that bad, and she enjoyed hanging around with people who too didn't have a social life because they almost lived in a hospital. But give or take one or two, most of them were hooked up with fellow doctors or some kind of hospital staff, and she was out of comfortable territory; they weren't at the hospital anymore.
Be that as it may, Blossom sat in the booth, chatting with Tom and Tess, and made sure to give Ethan a wide berth, who seemed to have developed a crush overnight. He was cute and all, and a nice guy - Blossom was just not ready to even think about dating someone.
"So are you going to take up Collins' offer and spend 3 months in Mandeville?" Tom inquired, Tess giving Blossom a begrudging look.
"More than likely. I still haven't given him an answer." Blossom mused.
"Better hurry it up." Tom smiled.
"Hey Blossom, who is that guy watching you from over at the bar?" Tess asked, giving a meddlesome nod in the direction she was looking. Everyone glanced over, and Blossom felt her stomach drop, predicting she'd turn and see either Brick or Butch watching her, clasping a drink in their hand.
But she was relieved, in an odd way, to see it was only the strange colleague of her sisters', Jeremy, who she had kind of dated for a few weeks. She reminded herself that the majority of her workmates knew who Brick was anyway, considering how long they were together.
"That's Jeremy. He works with my sister, Bubbles. We kind of dated a while back. Well, not really dated. Went on a couple of dates." Blossom said, finishing her drink fervently.
"That would explain the eager looks he's giving you then." Tess said, a couple of the interns tittering at her remark. Blossom narrowed her eyes, who invited the interns anyway?
"It doesn't explain anything, I have no interest in him and he knows that. He was way too keen way too quick, and we barely dated." Blossom retorted, beginning to play with her straw.
"Oh look, your glass is empty. Why don't you go get another?" Tess suggested, her hidden agenda exposing itself unashamedly.
"I'll go get you one!" Ethan piped up, which was almost as bad as having to go near Jeremy.
Blossom arose from her seat. "It's fine, it's fine. I can get a drink without talking to him!"
Ethan looked downtrodden as Blossom walked away from them all and approached the bar.
Jeremy had watched her the entire time, but Blossom was careful to not go near his end of the queue.
Unfortunately this meant hanging about behind a larger queue that had formed inexplicably on the end Blossom stood at.
She made every effort to not look in his direction. And in doing this she noticed that a lot of Bubbles' work friends were also here. She craned her neck, looking for her blonde sister, but stopped after awhile. She doubted her pregnant sister would want to come clubbing now anyway.
She casually turned her head back towards the queue, which had moved about an inch, and in the corner of her eye noticed Jeremy advancing on her. Blossom inwardly groaned, but didn't do or say anything to give away she knew he was coming.
"Blossom?" Jeremy said hesitantly, like he wasn't sure it was actually her.
This annoyed Blossom, as she knew damn well he'd been eyeing her up for a while. She cocked her head slightly, careful not to change her expression of boredom when she looked at him.
"Oh, hello Jeremy." She replied nonchalantly.
"How are you? It's been awhile - months, even." He said brightly, as if they had parted on good terms.
She gave him a look of disdain. "You think you can bellow at my sister, humiliate her in front of people she works with, and pester me when we were no longer dating - then just saunter up to me as if we were the best of friends?" Blossom asked him indignantly.
Jeremy looked hurt and confused. "Blossom! It wasn't like that at all! I mean yes, I admit that I was upset over what happened between us. I really thought we had something there. And I was rude to your sister, you're right. But it was only because I was feeling hurt - I assure you we have patched it all up now. It's all good."
"That's not what I heard…" Blossom muttered, turning away from him, silently urging this queue to hurry up so she could get back to her co-workers.
"No, honestly, we're fine. You know your sister, she's the sweetest - we're fine. Congratulations, by the way, going to be an Aunty I hear?" Jeremy asked conversationally.
"An Aunty again." Blossom grunted. "I have a nephew."
"Of course, I remember." He nodded.
"Look Jeremy, I don't know why you're here talking to me. I don't have any interest in -"
"Blossom, I have a girlfriend, don't worry." Jeremy assured her smoothly.
Blossom was stumped then. How did he end up with someone whilst she remained single?! She'd been on dates with him; he was crazy.
"How lovely for you. But still, it's a little weird, and things didn't end that great, did they? Maybe you should go join your friends while I queue, then I can go and join mine again." Blossom said as politely as she could muster.
"Can't we just start afresh? As friends? Forget everything that happened before? I mean, think about it, before things got a little heavy we did have fun didn't we?" He cajoled.
Blossom looked at him stubbornly, but it became too much effort to shake him off, as he launched into a long conversation about how he and his new girlfriend met, without letting her answer.
"Here, let me get this." Jeremy said as they finally got to the front of the queue to order.
"Oh, you don't have to..." Blossom said, but he'd already handed the bartender the cash.
"Anyway," Jeremy carried on, clutching Blossom's arm gently and guiding her over to an empty spot by the bar for them to stand. "It seems so fascinating working in medicine. I'm sure you have some stories to tell."
"Oh, erm, yeah it is." Blossom said, glancing over at the table her friends had been sitting at. She did not plan to continue chattering with him after she'd got her drink. She stood on her tiptoes trying to find her colleagues again, waving her head about, trying to identify them.
Jeremy had gone quiet, Blossom presumed he was waiting for her to say more. She had just realised the table her friends had been was now occupied by others. She cursed under her breath, then turned back to Jeremy, who was now holding her glass to her enthusiastically.
She sighed, snatching it from him. She knew she shouldn't have come. They were almost as bad as her sisters, always trying to hook her up with someone. "Yep. Working with doctors and patients is great. None of them are complete jerks." She muttered, taking a large gulp from her glass angrily.
She tilted her head back and finished the rest of the glass, deciding internally she would head home once she'd shook Jeremy off her leg. "Right, I think the people I came with have moved on. I better go find them. It was nice seeing you - I guess. Thanks for the drink."
"Oh don't go just yet - come on it's nice just talking without the pressure of before." Jeremy pleaded, pulling her gently back onto the bar stool, she'd gotten to her feet.
She flashed him an indignant stare. "I have to go. Anyway, what would your girlfriend think of you sat here with someone you apparently dated, hmm?"
"She wouldn't mind at all, we're just friends right? Come on, you can go look for your colleagues in a moment." Jeremy insisted, watching her intently.
Blossom glanced out at the crowds of people again, trying fruitlessly to find her friends. No, she couldn't see them. Why would they go off without her?!
When she turned to look at Jeremy again, she found the room was spinning all of a sudden. Was the room spinning, or was she spinning? She felt so dizzy she could hardly tell. So dizzy in fact, she thought she was going to vomit. In an instance she'd become disorientated, nauseous and exhausted all at once. She had to grip the side of the bar to stop herself falling over.
"Blossom? Are you okay?" Jeremy asked, taking her arm carefully.
Blossom blinked, slightly shaking her head and trying to steady herself upright but finding it too difficult. "I, I," Blossom tried to speak but she was incoherent. "I can't... Be …Sick…" She slurred, falling forward.
Jeremy reached forward and caught her. She could hear him saying her name but he sounded distant. He held her entire weight, as she fell floppy against him.
She couldn't make her body do anything she wanted it too; it was like she'd lost control.
A few people sitting nearby were looking on in concern as he struggled to lift the pink puff under her arms and made his way to the exit of the club. He gave them reassuring looks back. "I think she's okay - Blossom, let's get you outside, maybe you need some fresh air."
The rush of the cold air on Blossom's face did seem to trigger something in her, as she suddenly was able to stand, pulling away from Jeremy to throw up unceremoniously on the floor, narrowly missing his feet.
The moment she was done her knees dipped low and Jeremy grabbed her under the arms again, pulling her upright against him.
"Hey, hey mate."
Jeremy jumped, looking round at the heavyset bouncer who had hollered at him. He tried to hide Blossom's face against his shoulder, but she'd tried to bend over again to vomit once more.
"Is she all right?" The bouncer asked, trying to get a better look at Blossom's face.
"Yes, yes, she's my girlfriend, she err - she's just had too much to drink." Jeremy said, pulling Blossom upright. He'd felt her flop against him after she'd finished being sick. "I'm gunna get her home."
The bouncer gave him a skeptical look, but relented.
"Home…" Blossom mumbled faintly. She had vomit on her front, was as pale as a sheet and was drenched in cold sweat.
"Yes, yes I'll take you home." Jeremy panicked, looking about wildly.
Jeremy fumbled with the keys to his apartment, his hands shaking as he tried to get the door open and Blossom inside as quickly as possible.
Once he was in, he kicked the door shut behind him, and dragged Blossom into his bedroom, laying her down on his bed.
If Blossom were conscious, she would have soon realised he had not taken her home, and that something wasn't right here.
Jeremy was sweating almost as much as Blossom had been, as he ran back to his front door and locked it.
A moment later he was back in his bedroom, fumbling in his dresser drawer. When he had found what he was looking for, he turned sharply to look at Blossom, who lay helpless on his bed.
His eyes took all of her in, wide with excitement; then he leant over her and began to remove the straps of the dress she was wearing.
When Blossom awoke, confusion drenched her like she'd been doused in cold water. Her head was hammering and she felt like she was recovering from the flu. She was laying flat out on a bed, staring up at a ceiling she didn't recognise.
Slowly she sat up, and instantly felt worse. Her entire body ached, especially her stomach and definitely her head. The nausea was overwhelming, so much so she had to give herself a moment to make sure she didn't throw up.
Hesitantly she moved onto the edge of the bed. She vaguely recognized the lounge kitchen she could see through the open door to the bedroom she sat in. But the bedroom, well she'd never been in here before to her knowledge. In fact, she had no idea where she was. The odd sense of deja vu was faint; and she couldn't seem to grab any facts from her brain regarding who's house she was in.
When she glanced down, she saw the dress she had been wearing discarded on the floor. She gingerly poked at it with her toes, the front was covered in sick that had dried and gone hard.
It was Tess' dress, the one she'd borrowed. Terror flooded her then as she realized she was half naked. Her bra was on, but it didn't quite feel right. It had been placed back on sloppily, the clasps mismatched at the back; which could only tell Blossom she had been undressed, then dressed again.
Which made her wonder in fear what else had happened without her knowing. Her panties were still on. But that didn't really mean anything, did it?
She spotted her purse on the floor near the dress. She crouched down and yanked it onto her lap, pulling out the clothes she had originally worn after her shift. Her wallet, phone and keys and everything she came with were still in there. At least she hadn't been robbed.
Feeling fragile, she gingerly stepped into her jeans. It was as she was dressing she noticed them. They were in the wastepaper bin in the corner. Proof that something had happened, not that she needed anymore proof. The feeling alone was enough. She stared at them, feeling as if she may vomit.
She sat back on the bed, shaking. Had she been - she didn't want to even think of the word. Had someone had sex with her while she was unconscious?
She couldn't remember. She should have been able to recall that.
She thought back to being at the club and suddenly feeling like hell. She thought of the drink she'd had with her work colleagues. And then the drink Jeremy had bought her. She hadn't drank loads at all.
Jeremy. Suddenly she remembered Jeremy was there. He had bought her a drink. Had he drugged her?
Surely not.
But glancing down at the wastepaper bin once more, she could see that something had happened. The evidence was sat right there.
And all consuming weakness that made her feel hollow took over as she tried to process what was happening. Her brain tried to decipher anything from the night before from her memory.
But all she was getting was flashes of the night. There was a huge block of time that was completely blank to her.
She remembered being at the club. She remembered Tess spotting Jeremy. Encouraging her to go and get another drink. Jeremy approaching her; chatting to her. Telling her he had a girlfriend. Buying her a drink.
Suddenly feeling horrendously ill. Her body not listening to her anymore. In and out of consciousness. Jeremy taking her outside. Throwing up. Cold air on her face. Slurred speech, her own slurred speech. She could see a blank white ceiling, with a pale blue lamp shade over the light; and she couldn't move. And someone was on top of her. And she couldn't move.
And then it went blank.
Her breathing became erratic as flashes of the last memory kept coming back to her. She couldn't move, she couldn't stop it.
But then, nothing. No recollection whatsoever. After that, her next memory was waking up. Waking up feeling sore and stiff and still quite unwell.
And confused. She'd had 2 drinks. There was no way she had just had too much to drink. She had to have been drugged. And it had to have been Jeremy. He had bought her a drink. He must have slipped something into it when she was trying to find her colleagues. It was the only explanation.
And then he'd taken her from the club to his home, and had sex with her. She shook her head gently. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some kind of horrific nightmare. She hadn't even wanted to go out. She should have said no, she should have just gone home.
Flight mode overcame her, and she knew she had to get out of there. She grabbed the vomit covered dress and Tess' heels and got to her feet. Blossom briefly examined the bedroom she stood in, noting a photo of a dance group on the bedside. Jeremy stood in the middle, beaming. Suddenly the urge to vomit again was hard to suppress.
That image of the blank white ceiling came into her mind again, and she could almost feel someone heavy on top of her. Slowly, she looked up. The ceiling in this bedroom was identical to the one that kept popping into her head, as was the pale blue lamp shade.
This was Jeremy's apartment. It was definitely his place, she'd been in the lounge before, one time when he'd invited her in and unsuccessfully tried to make a move on her after a date.
She shoved the heels onto her feet, and zipped out as quickly as she could manage, wishing and praying she didn't bump into Jeremy on the way.
When she got out onto the street outside the apartment building, there was only one thing her brain was urging her to do. She zipped into the air and headed to Townsville Police department.
Brick sat at his desk, captivated by his computer screen. If anyone walked in right now it would look like he was thoroughly engrossed in his work, but in actual fact very invested in an online game of Blackjack.
It was the early hours of the morning, and he'd gone into work early. Mostly to get away from Butch. But also to get away from his own thoughts.
He hadn't spoken to Blossom for long over a month, since the Christmas party, and he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Wondering torturously if he'd handled this all wrong, more than anything he found himself wanting to talk to her, to try and settle all this. He missed her; and he guessed she missed him too, she'd tried to talk to him at Christmas, and he'd completely brushed her off.
Brick regretted that hugely.
As his cell phone rang in his jacket pocket, he considered giving her a call later or springing a visit on her.
"Brick speaking."
"Brick, Brick it's me. I, umm - do you think you could come down to Townsville Police department? I umm, I could just do with - I need you." A small and familiar voice bleated down the phone.
"Blossom? The police department - why are you at the police department - what's wrong?" Brick cried, sitting upright in his chair.
"Please, just come down as soon as you can. I'll explain when you're here. Be quick, please." And then she hung up.
Brick sprang from his desk without another thought, and pushed his window open, jumping out and soaring through the air.
Brick was guided through the station by a police officer, to an area he had never been in before; not even in his youth, when he spent a lot of time at Townsville Police department.
They came to a crossroads of departments, and Brick's stomach turned uncomfortably as they went through a door with a sign above that read 'SART – Sexual Assault Response Team'.
The officer gently knocked on a door then immediately opened it, and there she sat at a table with a woman in a suit, looking like a small, red headed ghost. She was wearing generic looking police clothing - a pair of grey sweatpants, a blue jumper with 'Property of TPD' stamped on it and new looking white sneakers.
The woman who was with her gathered the papers from the desk, touched Blossom's shoulder delicately, and left them alone.
"Blossom… Blossom what happened?" Brick breathed, grabbing the chair opposite her and pulling it as close to her as he could.
"I think I was drugged last night." She mumbled, her voice sounding hollow and unattached to the words coming out of her mouth. Initially she'd not wanted to look at him as she told him but, suddenly looking at him made her begin to finally feel safe.
"Drugged? Drugged by who?! What do you mean?" Brick asked, the worry in his voice rising.
"It was the Christmas party with my work last night. I, I didn't even want to go! They talked me into it… And Jeremy was there, at Temptress -"
Brick interrupted her. "Who is Jeremy?"
"He works with Bubbles. She set me up with him awhile ago… We went on a couple of dates but, nothing more; I wasn't interested. But he was really eager. I didn't want to talk to him but, he said he had a girlfriend now and there were no hard feelings. He got me a drink. And he must have slipped something into it, because I drank it, and then I went all funny. I couldn't stand, couldn't see straight, couldn't talk properly. I threw up. And then I can only remember bits and pieces. I couldn't move, I couldn't stop it - I woke up at his place, on his bed." Blossom explained in a slight voice.
Brick squeezed her hand, and let out a long breath, trying to keep his temper.
"And you think he…" Brick rasped.
"I know he did. I was in my underwear. The clasps of my bra were, they were done up wrong. And I saw them, in the trashcan in his room." Blossom replied in a numb, emotionless voice.
"Saw what?" Brick asked, feeling like he already knew the answer.
"The condoms. The used condoms. I saw them, two of them just sat there…" Her voice broke on this last word, and the anger in Brick washed over him as he scooped her up in his arms. She leant against him willingly, that feeling of safety getting stronger.
"I'll fucking kill him." He growled.
"I didn't know what to do, so I just came here and, and called you…" She hiccuped.
"You did the right thing. I'll fucking kill the son of a bitch. What's his name, Jeremy?" Brick began to bark.
"Brick, no. Let's just do what the police say for now. I don't want to make a big deal out of this." Blossom said, pushing her hair out of her face as she sat forward from his embrace. It looked untidy and unbrushed, and she looked frail and ill.
"A big deal?! Blossom it is a big fucking deal; this guy raped you! Twice, by the sounds of it! This is a huge deal, and he's going to fucking pay!" Brick roared, beginning to stand up but Blossom wrenched him back onto his seat by his arm.
"I knew you'd be like this, please just calm down for now and stay with me?" She asked, her voice desperate.
"Of course I will." Brick retorted, taking her hand gently and sitting back down properly. "Are you okay? I mean, I know that's probably a stupid question but - whatever he put in your drink, has it made you ill?" She looked like it had done.
"I am okay. I think, I don't know. I just made a statement. I had to have a," She paused, not saying the word. "An exam, by a female police surgeon. For evidence and whatever. Plus theres some tests they still need to do as standard; urine, bloods - to check for STI's and pregnancy and whatever. I know from when victims of… of this come into the hospital." Blossom said, as matter of fact as she could manage. The examination had not been pleasant at all. She'd been poked and prodded everywhere, and was extremely glad it was over.
"Even though you know he used a -" Brick started to question but Blossom interrupted him.
"It's protocol. They have to."
"Oh." Brick replied, not really sure what to say.
There was an awkward silence. Blossom looked down at Brick's hand that held hers, trying to clear her head a little but nothing really changed.
She looked up at Brick, a few tears wetting her eyes. "This doesn't feel like it's happened to me. I feel like it's happened to someone else. Like I'm looking in from the outside, watching it all unfold. But it's real. How could this have happened? How could I be rendered so weak? I always thought this was something that my sisters and I would never be put through. We're stronger. How, how could it have happened?!" She asked, confused and tired.
Brick held her closely. "You're not weak. None of this was down to strength. It wasn't your fault. It's going to be okay - I'm here. It's all gunna be okay."
Down a corridor and through another set of doors, Brick sat in a small waiting room while Blossom was in another room with someone - a cop, a police doctor, he wasn't necessarily sure. He wasn't allowed to stay with her, despite both of them wishing he could have done.
He was so angry he could barely move. His fists were clenched tight, as were his teeth, and his back was poker straight. He took shallow breaths as he tried to process everything he had learned that morning.
Someone violated her while she was completely unaware. Completely vulnerable, completely innocent. How dare they? Brick found it laughable this guy thought he could get away with this!
Blossom Utonium, who spent more than half her life looking out for this town, and is now still looking after people as a doctor at Townsville General, a known name and figure, and known ex girlfriend of a Rowdyruff, and they chose her to do this to?!
He would get his revenge, Brick was certain of that.
In a fit of rage he seized ahold of a plastic chair and launched it through the air, bellowing with fury.
"Jojo!" A stern female voice called.
Brick turned around to see a familiar face: an old police officer who had dealt with him in his youth.
"If you want to stay here for your partner I'd behave if I were you. I understand your grief, but this is not a place for tantrums." She reprimanded.
Brick just huffed, sitting down again.
The officer who had told him off had called Blossom his partner. He hadn't even acted as if this wasn't the case. Although it was hardly the time or the place to think about this, it had touched Brick that she had called him in her time of need. She could have called either of her sisters, or her Dad. He'd have thought he would have been the last person she'd have called in a crisis, after everything. It told him a lot, really.
It had been just under 2 hours now, and Blossom still hadn't come out. A couple of people had come and gone a few times from the room. Brick was beginning to get anxious. Surely it shouldn't take this long? Was something wrong? He spotted another professional looking woman heading for the door and caught her attention.
"Is she, is everything okay in there?" He asked, getting to his feet.
"Yes, everything is fine, we just have to be very thorough so it can be quite time consuming. The doctor has fast tracked what results we can. I am just taking them to her now. We'll discuss them, and discuss what she wants to do from here on out; whether she wants to prosecute, whether she -"
Brick interrupted the woman. "Whether she wants to prosecute? Of course she does!"
"You would be surprised. I am a counsellor, I will discuss this with Blossom. We'll call you in when she is ready to see you shortly." The counsellor said curtly, nodding then heading into the room.
Brick thought she'd have to be mad to not want to prosecute.
Blossom picked at the plastic coming off the table top as the counsellor talked through Blossom's results with her.
Blossom found she hadn't listened to much of what the woman was saying, she was coming in and out, feeling numb. She'd heard her say the STI and STD test results they could fast track had come back clear, and she'd hear back on anything remaining within a week. But Blossom wasn't really worrying too much about stuff like that; she knew Jeremy had used a condom.
"There is something I would like to discuss with you though Ms Utonium. Your urine test flagged something up, and your blood work backed it up. Tell me, when was your last menstrual period?" The woman asked, and Blossom blinked, looking up at her.
"Hmm?" She asked, looking up and paying attention to her properly. She couldn't even remember the woman's name, let alone the question she'd just asked, her brain was just mush.
The counsellor repeated her question. "I asked when your last menstrual period was?"
"Oh," Blossom said, thinking back to when it was. But that made her realise she actually didn't know when it had been - because it had been so long ago.
"Oh." She repeated, blinking as dread hit her. "It was ages ago. Like, the end of October I think. Oh god, it's February. How come - why do you ask?" She questioned, but deep down she knew exactly why the counsellor was asking this.
"The urine and blood tests showed us you're pregnant, Ms Utonium. And if your last period was October time, I would say about 3 months or so gone. You didn't know?" She asked, and Blossom inhaled slowly.
She felt so stupid. She was pregnant. It was so obvious! All the symptoms she'd felt recently. It was so in your face obvious. She'd been exhausted, nauseous - and how had she not noticed the sudden lack of periods! She was a doctor, she should have known! "No, I did not. I should have realised though. Oh my god, pregnant… Is it - is the baby -" She paused, saying the word 'baby' completely freaking her out. "Will it be okay? Will whatever he gave me cause any problems?"
The counsellor pulled a slip of paper from amongst her pile. "This was faxed over from the hospital. It's an appointment for an ultrasound scan to find out how far gone you are and whether your ordeal has affected your pregnancy and baby in anyway. Regardless of what you decide to proceed with your pregnancy, you need this scan." She passed her the a4 sheet.
Blossom glanced at it. It was at the maternity department at Townsville General. God, she knew people at the maternity department.
She was pregnant; she could barely get her head around it, what with everything else she was still trying to process.
Brick. What would she tell him? 3 months gone, it was possible she could be a third through already.
Butch flashed into her mind then too and she felt sick. Butch! What if he was the father?! She wouldn't know till she found out how far gone she was. She knew when she last was with Butch, and when she was with Brick.
She needed to know how far gone she was, it was the only way she could know for certain. Her and Brick had had their night together a couple of weeks prior to Thanksgiving. If they'd conceived then, it would make sense for her to be 3 months pregnant now.
But if she were any further along, the father would have to be Butch. Her stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought. That would be catastrophic - Brick, he'd definitely not cope with that. And neither would Butch!
She wasn't sure she would either.
The appointment was tomorrow morning. At least she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
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