ANOTHER PUSH

~Lilian~

"Are you okay?" Sonia rushed to the bed to hold my arm.

I nodded, my eyes curious as they stared at her face fearfully.

"It's okay. You're fine now," she said, helping me to rest back against the pillow.

"Are you still feeling any pain at all," the doctor asked, walking calmly to my bed, his expression wrapped in the confidence of the services he had rendered.

I shook my head.

"Just slightly, I think," I said truthfully, suddenly getting uncomfortable about having to talk to a male doctor about the pain in my p***y.

"Sonia," I murmured, pulling her arm closer to myself, causing her to bend her head towards my lips.

"Why isn't there a female doctor?" I asked, rolling my eyes at the doctor who stood in front of me, hands buried inside the pocket of his lab coat as he looked down on me like he was judging me.

"Don't worry about it, honey!" Sonia replied simply, rubbing my back.

There was something about the tone of her voice.

It wasn't lively like it normally would.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Doctor?" Sonia called.

"I've prescribed some medicine. You can meet the nurses to hand them over. They would help you process the bills too."

I watched Sonia for any sign that'd give away how disappointed she was, but I couldn't be sure of anything.

She just listened attentively to the doctor, her eyes never leaving him the whole time he spoke.

"About the slight pain she still feels, it will disappear with time," the doctor finished. Finally.

I couldn't wait to speak with Sonia privately.

I couldn't wait to know my fate.

"Thank you, doctor."

"I'm just doing my job."

I watched the old doctor crank his head in pride, before starting to walk away.

"Sonia, what happened to me?"

"Don't forget to pay better attention to yourself, and your decisions," the doctor grunted, turning to me, causing me to almost jump out of my skin.

"Of course, doctor," I said slowly, unsure of what he was on about, but making sure he was out of the door now, before turning to Sonia.

"What happened to me? What did the doctor say?" 

My heart was pounding very fast, the two seconds she delayed before answering my question felt like a lifetime.

"I told him you had an irregular menstruation period between this month, and the month before."

My blood froze.

"So, he said it could be as a result of that, and ask that you desist from using tampons if you cannot handle them," Sonia finished, rolling her eyes at me.

My stomach sank in relief.

"You use tampons? Since when? You didn't tell me."

I wasn't so good at lying.

And another thing, somehow, Sonia could see right through me, but I had to do what I had to do anyway.

"I decided to try it this time. I thought I could pull it off," I answered boldly, staring her dead in the eye.

I had learnt from somewhere that the easiest way to find out that a person was lying was to notice how they'd look away while they spoke.

I think it worked because Sonia chuckled thereafter, grabbing a seat closer to me.

"Tell me..." she smiled mischievously, taking a seat.

"How did you feel getting something inside you for the first time?"

I flinched, fear washing down my spine.

It reminded me of what really happened.

I had never used a tampon in my life.

"F**k off!" I yelled, looking away, at the same, adjusting my position on the bed uncomfortably.

"C'mon, tell me!" Sonia continued to tease me playfully.

"I need to rest, Sonia. You're such a bad girl," I responded.

"Well, not half as bad as you," she snapped, causing my stomach to sink again.

Sonia had never acknowledged that I was anything close to bad, even jokingly since we became friends.

She was standing now, rummaging through her mini hand bag on the bedside table, getting ready to leave.

My lips suddenly felt too dried, and I ran my tongue against it to moisten it, while trying to convince myself that I was the one overthinking things.

"I have to get home for an hour or two. Will you be fine by yourself?"

What!

She was going to leave me by myself? That was so unlike her.

"Yes, carry on," I stammered, my voice shaky with guilt that could easily be mistaken for fear.

"Look, I'm sorry. I need to get somewhere urgently. I will text my dad to come keep you company for the night. He won't say No, he loves you."

Her father?

Which of them?

I was tempted to ask this question, but I knew better to keep my peace.

I wasn't still sure what Sonia was thinking, but at the same time, I didn't trust myself to handle having hot daddy stay by my side through the night.

I might just end up f*****g my fingers again, and again, just to prove to him that...

F**k! Liliy!!

I swore under my breath. 

I was getting wet again, just thinking that hot daddy might be staying the night at the hospital. With me.

"Thank you, Sonia."

"Shhhhhhh." 

Sonia crossed a finger across my lips. 

"Rest up, okay? See you tomorrow," she said, hurrying off.

I watched her back until she slammed the door shut after her.

My head was too heavy. 

Everything had happened too fast, and now I don't think I have full control over myself anymore.

I tried to think about it, but drifted to sleep before I could even start.

The next time I woke up, it was dark and quiet, except for the ticking of the wall clock hanging up the wall beside me.

There was someone else in the room, but I couldn't see clearly because it was dark, and my eyes were still drowsy from just waking up.

Still laying still, I watched the person scribble something on a small piece of paper, before tucking it between something that sat on the chair like a bouquet of flowers.

A note.

A stranger.

It seemed familiar.

"Who are you?" I yelled, stretching to grab his wrist.

He didn't fight me off straight away, he just froze.

"You left me a note before, right?" 

My voice was terribly unstable, the long days of yearning pulling hard on my throat, too obvious to miss.

I asked, panting, rubbing his wrist to see if there was something distinct I could use to recognize him elsewhere.

He began to turn, like he was going to face me, but as if he changed his mind before he turned fully, he broke free from my hold, and in a speed of light, disappeared through the door.

Hot daddy?

Was it him?