Max smiled wryly at the doctor, and said, “No.” Quinn awoke in that moment, and Max knelt beside her. “How do you feel?” he asked.
She sleepily and confusedly replied, “I- I feel a little bit nauseous.”
“That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about,” said the doctor.
Quinn turned her head toward the doctor, and asked with furrowed brows, “What?”
“I need to speak with you privately,” said the doctor.
“Where am I?”
“You’re at the hospital,” said Max. “You passed out.”
Her face turned into a worried visage and she asked, “What? I don’t remember… Oh! I- I’m fine though, it’s been happening a lot lately.”
“I need to talk to you about something,” spoke the doctor.
“Yes, go ahead,” said Quinn.
“Max you should leave now.”
“Alright. If you need me, I’ll be right outside,” said Max as he exited the room.
“How do you feel?” asked the doctor.
“I’m fine. I- I feel… Tell me what’s wrong with me.”
“You’re malnourished and…”
“You’re two months pregnant.”
“What?!” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her eyes bulged from her brain like a cartoon character. “You can’t be ser- I can’t be…” She suddenly could do nothing but cry, because she knew she couldn’t take care of a baby let alone herself.
The doctor handed her a box of tissues, and said, “Now, you know that you have options: you can choose to abort, or you can keep it…”
Everything he said after that was a blur. She couldn’t help but play the words over and over in her head that she, a homeless eighteen-year-old with a husband of four months, who happened to be in prison, was pregnant.