A One Night Stand's Dilemma

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come to an end with no success. It was like the heavens were punishing me. And to top it all up, I was sick. I'd been throwin

ded up puking on the floor. I wasn't fast enough, and some of the vomit stained my shirt and my hair. My stomach bur

from the constant vomiting. I needed to go to the hospital to get myself checked up, but I had no cash on me. The small amo

ke off the feeling that life was playing a cruel joke on me. Having no friends, there was no one I could count on in this city. After thinking hard for a while. An idea popped up, one I kn

icked, and a voice I hadn't heard i

l immediately and forget that I'd even called her in the

ke. The woman I thought I'd never speak to again gasped into the phone

, stopping my itching hands. "I've missed you, baby. I didn't think you'd ever talk to me again after our last meeting. You had made

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lling her my recent health conditio

as nothing but a piece of trash. He was one of the many reasons why I cut ties with the woman who had birthed me. I hated the fact that she had left my dru

le." The words rushed out of my mouth and were followed by deafening silence. I thought

w sad her voice had sounded, but I cou

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due to technical difficulties. I also insisted on paying her back, but she refused and threatened to not send me anything if I persisted. It was situations

call and felt disappointed in myself. I

ating glass door. I pushed my way through and stepped into the hospital's foyer. The reception desk was filled with two young nurses, dressed in their neatly ironed uniforms, busy assisting patients and relatives who needed help

nsed, and her hands were tightly clamped together. I didn't know what she was going through, but I knew for sure that she was scared of wh

and started with the diagnosis. I explained everything that was happening to my body to her. Surprisingly, she asked me whether I'd menstruated the previous month, to which I said no. I'd been so busy thinking about the things wrong wi

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othing to help. I had a life inside me. I exited the room and felt like the roles had reversed when I saw the nervous woman from earlier happily smiling at a nurse as they talked about something.

s. I couldn't remember his face. I'd been too drunk that night. And I didn't know his

een feeling inside ever since I lost my job came rushing out. I cried like I'd never cried. I should be happy to have a b

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