A month later.
"I feel so sick." I complained to Buhle the second he walked into our room.
"Still?" Buhle asked concerned.
He had just gotten back home from work. I still didn't have a job. I stayed home. Today I felt all types of sick, from nauseous to exhausted. I felt like I was nursing a hangover.
"I bought you something." Buhle told me and Handed me a brown bag.
I took the bag and looked inside it. "I'm not pregnant." I argued
"I just wanted to make sure every possible explanation for your feeling sick was laid out on the table."
" I'm not pregnant and I'm a testing for it."
"Okay..... okay..... then let's go to the hospital and you can't say no."
"............ they'll have me on more antibiotics and I hate medication."
"Babe..... it's either antibiotics or you get worse..... come on, dress up. Let's go."
'Hospital'