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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 93 I pretend it doesn't really hurt, But it does. It. Hurts. up I am so-oo-ooo sick. I can't get out of bed without throwing I try to smile when Mark asks me if I feel well. "Sure," I smile, and clench my teeth, and swallow hard. Why don't I just tell him the truth? -Because I'm still pretending, I'm scared. I can't pretend anymore. I am so tired. I throw up all day long and half the night. It's not getting better. I'll call Doctor Sontag tomorrow. It's one thing to be scared. It's another to be stupid. I am pregnant. "Is that possible?" I ask the nurse. Ninny. She looks at me as though I think I am, perhaps, the Virgin Mary. "Have you been exposed?" she asks, as if it were a case of chicken pox. "If you've been exposed, then it's possible." How can I be pregnant? "You're sure there is no mistake?" |