The next couple of weeks flow by slowly. Majority of my time I spend at home, watching TV shows and cuddling with Wolfie.
The doghouse and the fence aren't even close to being built yet, so he's with me inside at all times and I couldn't be happier. He's become my best friend and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.
Gemma and Liam were happy that I was back, but I couldn't help feeling like they felt as if some burden had returned back.
Lately, I felt like a burden a lot; I hope it's just my imagination.
I felt better; there was still an empty void inside me, screaming for Harry's presence, but it wasn't as bad anymore; I stopped vomiting the second day back. Maybe returning back to Missoula really was good for me.
I didn't say home anymore. To me, I lost my home the day I lost him.
Yeah, I guess you could say I've been homeless for a while now.
Still, things were getting better.
That it, until it began again.
After two weeks back home, the vomiting returned. Every morning, I rushed to the bathroom and emptied out my stomach. My mum was worried, and I was even more worried.
What was happening to me? I was sad, but not like I used to be, not enough to vomit.
"We need to get you to a doctor." mum decides, her hands on her hips, as she watches me throw up again for the third morning in a row.
I shake my head. "No, I'm sure I'll be fine. I probably just caught a virus or something, it'll pass in a few days. You don't have to worry about me."
"Absolutely not. This is not normal anymore. You might be seriously sick. We're going now." she declares and I sigh, not feeling well enough to put on a bigger fight.
She's right. Something might actually be wrong with me.
Doesn't mean I wanna go to doctor's, though.
"Here, let me help you." mum offers and leans down to me. She wipes my mouth and tucks my hair behind my ear. "God forbid something's wrong with you. You're all I have."
"I'm fine, mum, I'm sure it's just a flu or something." I smile at her and she hugs me, nodding her head.
"Yeah, well, it's best if we check. Go get dressed, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen." she gently pushes me towards my room when I stand up.
I still wasn't completely used to my old bedroom; after all, I've lived with Sonia way more time than in this house.
Sighing, I scramble through the clothes in my wardrobe, many of them too big for me, since I've lost a bit of weight in these past few days because of vomiting, I think.
I decide on a simple violet shirt and ripped jeans, slightly too tight for my liking but my comfortable jeans are dirty, so these will have to do.
Make-up isn't an option; I just vomitted, and feel like shit. There's no way I'm putting an effort into how I look right now.
"Are you done?" mum shouts from downstairs and I reply a quick "yeah", then head downstairs.
She's waiting for me nervously by the staircase, watching me descend. "I've called your doctor, she knows we're coming."
I nod. "Okay."
And then we go. Mum doesn't allow me to drive, forcing me to sit next to her while she drives as horribly as she usually does, except this time it's even worse because she's nervous.
"If you're going to continue to drive like this, you don't even need to worry about my health anymore, because by the way this is going I'm not even going to make it to the hospital alive." I tell her and she sends me a quick glare.
"Oh, shut up." she tells me and I chuckle.
The waiting room of the hospital is filled with visibly sick people and I feel bad immediately for coming here. There's no way I'm as sick as these people are and I'm only going to make them wait longer.
"Come, let's sit there." mum tells me, pushing me towards an empty couple of chairs.
"Do we really need to do this?" I complain, earning another glare from her.
"Absolutely. She knows we're coming anyway, so we can't turn around now."
Sighing, I sit down grudgingly and prepare for my name to be called.
*30 minutes later*
"So, tell me what's been going on." Dr. Mayer says, as I sit down on the chair across from her desk.
"Well, nothing's actually so wrong with me, I think, but every morning now I've been vomiting my stomach out. It's probably just a flu or something." I say and smile at her, watching her brows go up.
"Every morning?" she asks and I nod. "And have you been feeling slightly nauseous?"
I think about it. "Yes, sometimes, but not much."
"What about your period?" she asks.
I frown. What about my period?
"It's been okay, it starts..." I think about it and frown when I realize I'm a bit late, "it was supossed to start half a week ago."
Doctor sighs, puts down her papers on the desk and leans back in her chair, arms crossed.
"How old are you, Sophie?"
I smile. "I'm seventeen."
She closes her eyes and gulps. "And do you have a boyfriend?"
Why does she need to know about my relationship status?
"Well, not at the moment." I mumble.
"But you've had one not so long ago?"
I bite my lip. "Well, he wasn't exactly a biyfriend..." I trail off. She doesn't need to know this stuff. "What's wrong with me, doctor?"
She purses her lips, taking a deep breath. "Sophie, I'm afraid you were right. Nothing is wrong with you, you're absolutely fine. You just happen to be pregnant."
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