You Are Pregnant

When I woke up again, I wasn't in the library anymore. I was lying on a bed with white sheets, wearing a blue-striped hospital gown. The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. I must be in a hospital.

I remember falling asleep in the library and then having a dream in which a woman tried to wake me up.

It turns out it wasn't a dream.

The lock on the door of the hospital room turned, and a nurse walked in.

"You've finally woken up," she said. "You fainted due to physical weakness and exhaustion. By the way, do you know you're pregnant?"

I'm pregnant?! My goodness!

I shook my head.

"You're three weeks pregnant. The first twelve weeks of pregnancy are the most critical for the fetus. You need to take good care of yourself and avoid strenuous activities," she advised before indicating that I could be discharged.

I stood up, feeling a strong dizziness, likely from lying in bed for a long time.

The nurse, seeing my unsteady steps, came to assist me. "Your family is waiting for