Chapter 6: Twenty Questions - Amory

Shit! Fuck! Pregnancy sucks is all I can think of as my head hangs over the toilet of Jonny’s bathroom, which is thankfully very clean considering a male uses it! I’m dry heaving as I hear Jonny’s half-asleep and raspy voice call me from the bathroom door. “Amory”?

“I’m fine”, I lied! I’m so not fine… Did I mention pregnancy sucks?! I hear him approach as my stomach riles up and releases more of its contents into the toilet.

“That doesn’t look fine to me”, he says, and pulls my hair back from my face as I continue to spew vomit out. When I finally lean back against the cold wall, he rises to his feet and starts the shower. Then he walks back over to me and pulls me up to stand, “shower, it’ll make you feel better”.

I whisper, “thank you”, as he passes me on his way out of the bathroom. When I’m done showering, I really do feel a lot better, and I plop myself down on the bed while still wrapped in the towel.

“Feel better?” Jonny asks from the desk chair, sca