Chapter 186
**Megan**
“We should have told her,” I hear someone say.
A monotonous beep follows. The smell of disinfectant and bleach fills my nostrils as I wake up. Given the rough fabric I’m encased in, I’m in a hospital bed. The events of the past few hours are fresh in my mind.
Opening my eyes, I see Brett stood outside my room with my psychologist Sara. They seem to be in deep conversation. Sara looks at me and then so does Brett. My dad. I called him dad.
“Hey,” I hear Logan say, and then he moves my hair behind my ear. I turn to look at him and frown.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap. He frowns and then looks down at the sheets I’m laying in. I take my hand out of his. I look at both David and Carl and then back at Logan. “When did you let him go?” I ask.
“Two days ago now,” David states.
“And you decided to tell me last night?” I ask Logan. “He got past your stupid security, what the hell were you thinking,”
“What else did you want me to do? You told me not to kill him,”
“Yeah well, you should have just done it anyway or left him somewhere, where he could have died,” I argue back.
“And he gets away with it,”
“Do you think I care? I would rather have that then go through what I’ve just gone through,” I drop my head into my hands as I feel myself start to cry. “I thought he killed you,” I cry.
“You weren’t the only one,” Carl mutters.
“I’m sorry,” Logan says, and I feel him sit on my bed. “I should have told you as soon as we made that decision,” he states and hugs me. “Someone told me not to,” and I know he’s talking about David.
“David, you’re stupid,” I cry, and he chuckles.
“Lorraine is already not talking to me,” he states. The door to my room opens, and Sara and Brett walk in.
“Wait, Max,” I say worryingly.
“He’s ok,” Logan say and wipes my cheeks. “Lorraine took him to the vets for me, his ribs are broken, and he bit him that hard he lost a fang,”
“But he’s ok,” I ask.
“Yes,”
“Oh good, that’s who I’m most worried about,” I tease and Logan huffs. I can’t say it’s a complete lie. Sara sits down in the chair I’m guessing was occupied by Brett. She gives me a small smile and holds my hand.
“You ok?” she asks, and I know it’s not the general question I get from people nearly every day.
“Yeah, I think I am,” I say honestly. She looks at my cut and bruised knuckles, and I watch as her gaze moves up my body.
“You fought back,” it’s a statement, not a question, but I nod anyway. “Good, feels good, doesn’t it?” she asks and looks me in the eyes. “It would seem we have matching scars, now,” she says as she looks at my neck. I move my hand to my neck, “People don’t notice it” she adds with a small smile.
“It matches my others,” I say, and she smiles.
“Well, that’s good,” she adds with a chuckle.
“I’m thirsty,” I say, looking around the room for some water. Brett pulls himself away from looking at Sara to me.
“I’ll go get you some water, I need to call someone anyway,” he says and walks out. A nurse walks in and asks Logan to sign some papers. I watch him walk out; he stumbles a little and David follows him. I frown and look at Carl.
“He discharged himself,” he answers my unvoiced question.
I lay back and close my eyes as I feel so drained. I’ve felt so many different emotions in the past twelve hours I don’t even know how I’m going to process any of it. It’s finally over, Jonathan is out of my life; the truth is out about him. There’s nothing anyone can do to change that.
The police today said he was probably going to go away for a long time and that there’s going to be an investigation into my mom’s death. They also told me I had broken his nose and rib although I think his ribs were damaged before I hit him.
All I want now is to go home, have a shower and crawl into bed and sleep for a couple of days.
The door to my room opens and the doctor that I saw before walks in. She gives me a small smile and looks down at the clipboard she’s holding, before stopping in front of me.
“How are you feeling, Megan?” she asks.
“Tired, I just want to sleep,”
“I bet,” she says, and her face takes a more serious note. “When you came in we took some blood tests, do you remember?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say a little bit worried.
“Well, we did one test just as a routine,” she pauses and frowns at me. “You’re pregnant,”
“Excuse me,” I say.
“You’re pregnant, roughly 5 - 6 weeks, that explains the fatigue you’ve been feeling” she repeats. I frown and look to Sara then at Carl to see him counting on his fingers, and he smiles when he realises it can’t be his. Does he not remember we used a condom?
“I can’t be, I can’t get pregnant, and I’m on the pill,”
“I looked over your medical history, you can, the problem is carrying, you must have missed one or if you drank alcohol that can interfere or certain antibiotics,”
“But...but,” I close my eyes as I take in this information.
“I brought you some leaflets to explain your options,”
“Options?” I ask.
“You’re young, and I can understand that this is a scary situation, so it is best you know what kind of avenues you can go down. Not many women want to keep a pregnancy brought on by rape,” she explains.
“What? I wasn’t raped,” I state. She frowns and looks at Sara then at Carl.
“It said in your history,”
“That was six months ago,” I say.
“Oh,” she frowns and then she looks mortified. “I’m so sorry,”
“It’s fine,”
“So you must be the father,” she says to Carl. Carl looks at me, and I just nod at him. I feel a little sorry for the doctor. She must be new. She doesn’t look much older than Logan.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Oh, that’s good, you can both discuss your options together,” she says.
“Yeah,” he repeats. The doctor sighs in relief and hands the leaflets to Carl.
“Ok then,” she says a little happier with herself. “If you are doing well by lunchtime you can go home,” she says to me and walks out. Carl looks at me and frowns.
“Not yours,” I say.
“Logans,” he states.
“Yes,”
“You need to tell him,”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head.
“Megan,” Sara says.
“Just let me digest this first,” I say and look at Carl. “Please don’t tell him, I will, I just need a bit of time,” I say. He sighs and nods.
“I’ll take these for you, then. You can pick them up at your next session,” she states and moves them into her bag.
“Thank you,” I say quietly as I take in what I’ve just been told.
I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant, and I can’t carry. The baby will die. What do I even do? If I tell Logan, I’m setting him up for disappointment and heartbreak. But if I don’t tell him, I’m lying to him, and he’ll figure something isn’t right. Lying to him doesn’t sit well with me, not when we are doing so well.
The door to my room opens, and Logan walks in with David. He smiles at me.
“What did the doctor want?” he asks.
“She was just telling me that I can go home by lunchtime if I’m alright,” I half tell the truth.
“That’s good,” he says and looks at Carl and then Sara. “What’s wrong with you two?” he asks.
“I’m tired,” Carl says.
“Me too,” Sara says and stands up. “I best be going, I just came to check on you,” she says and squeezes my hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says before leaving. I look at the clock to see it’s only just gone by 7 am.
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