Chapter Seventeen: Am I pregnant?

Later that evening, I was feeling slightly better when Jesse entered the room with the prescribed drugs and food. For no reason, I was feeling really hungry. I devoured the food first, then glanced at the drug. "The doctor said you have a fever and need rest," he reminded me.

I glanced at the pills with dread. I really hate drugs. "I hate drugs," I mumbled under my breath.

"But you have to take them. Or should I tell the doctor to come and give you an injection instead?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye.

"Nooo, that would be worse!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in horror. "Please, can we just pretend I was never sick and forget the medicine? I'm fine now," I said, stretching my arms out in an exaggerated display of wellness.

"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Then why don't you stand up and jump ten times instead?"

I hesitated, my bravado faltering. "Hmmm," I stammered, searching for a way out.

"Okay, let's do it this way. What do you want me to get for you in exchange for