Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 87

"Noah."

"What?" he asks, his tone calmer than I expected it to be.

"Relax, please."

"I can't fuckin' relax. You're bleeding down your leg."

I look down at my thighs, which are now clean, thanks to the fact that Harry wiped them off earlier while we were waiting for the taxi.

"I know I am, but please. You being stressed out is the one thing I don't need to be worried about right now, okay? It's going to be fine."

His tense behavior dies down a bit, and he squeezes my hand. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried. Are you sure you're not hurt?"

"I didn't hit my head or anything, if that's what you mean."

Noah shakes his head. "Those fucking bastards. I'm going to punch their face in."

I roll my eyes but don't say anything because I know that he usually threatens the people he's mad at to calm himself down, ironically.

We get to the hospital ten minutes later, and Noah hands the driver a twenty-pound bill. He doesn't wait for the change as he gets out of the car and helps me do the same.

The nurse behind the front desk is already looking at us when we enter, so Noah walks right up to her.

"We need to see a gynecologist. She's pregnant and got pushed down the stairs, and bled down her leg."

The nurse nods and tells us to go right down the hall and knock on Dr. Lutz's door.

Noah does as told, and I can barely keep up with his erratic pace.

He heavily knocks on the door until a woman opens it and welcomes us in.

"You're in luck tonight, I just finished with my last patient." She says and points me to the bed in the corner of the room. "What happened?"

I walk over to sit on it, waiting for Noah to tell her the problem.

"She's like, three months pregnant and got pushed down the stairs."

"Alright then. Lay down and I'll take a blood sample and do a sonogram."

I do as I'm told, barely even wincing when she sticks a needle in my arm. She pages a nurse and gives her the blood sample.

"It will take about ten minutes for the results to be back, so I'll do a sonogram in the mean time."

She then rubs some cold liquid over my belly and waits a couple of seconds before she places the device against my stomach and starts rolling it around.

I bite my lip and look at her screen, trying to decipher whatever it's showing.

"That's weird." She says and squints at the desktop, as if she doesn't understand what she sees on there.

"What?" Noah asks.

"I don't see a baby."

I look at Noah, whose hands are in his hair already, tugging at it because he's starting to freak out.

"Does it mean I lost it? What-"

There's a knock on the door and the nurse came back in with a piece of paper.

"I've got your results Ms. Piper."

"Well?" Noah asks.

"You're not pregnant. You've never been."

"What do you mean?" I exclaim, almost falling off the bed.

He eventually picks an Italian restaurant and I make sure to order a nice, big pizza and it the entire thing right in front of his eyes. The entire dinner/early breakfast goes by even slower and in a more tensed atmosphere than the car ride here, and by the time we're in the car again, I'm legitimately afraid that he's never going to talk to me again.

"Why are you mad?"

He pulls the car up and turns to look at me. "Are you serious? Why am I mad?! Maybe because you've been starving yourself for God knows how long and you may die!"

"Is that all?" I huff, crossing my arms. I know I'm acting like a child, but it's what my defense mechanism does when I know I'm being cornered and made uncomfortable.

"Yes, that is all." He mumbles and stares back at the road, but doesn't start the car. He sighs and opens his mouth but then closes again.

"Say what you want to say."

"I just-I care about you okay? And I really want you to be healthy because I couldn't." Noah stops for a second as if to overthink whatever he's about to say next. "I couldn't imagine losing you over something like this."

"Something like what?" I ask, crossing my arms. Even though my heart is melting because of his words, the discussion still makes me uncomfortable and I still feel the need to get into protective mode.

"Something you can fix. Something I can help you with."

"You can't just snap your fingers and make it go away, Noah. It's an eating disorder. A mental problem. I can't make it stop just because I want to."

"No, but you can try. And I can help. You became anorexic because you wanted to become thinner right?"

I nod, not saying anything.

"Well, you can start by eating more in constant portions."

I bite my lip. "I can try."

"Please. That's all I ask of you."

"Alright then, glad we settled it. Can we go now? I'm actually a bit hungry."

My words put a smile on his face and he starts the car, before he continues driving towards out initial destination. I end up eating the whole portion of spaghetti and he drives me home, assuring me that he'll kick everyone out of his house once he gets there.