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interjected. “He probably saved your life. Look at how advanced your disease is. If you hadn’t come to the hospital when you did…” His voice trailed off softly.
“I was surviving just fine,” Christina retorted, knowing even as she said the words how stupid she sounded.
“But being on medicine as early as possible protects you and your child.” Patrick reminded her. “You wouldn’t have known you were pregnant until you probably felt movement or started getting bigger. The chance of you getting sicker was there, or infecting your baby. I know how you got to the hospital wasn’t the greatest way to go, but you at least know where you stand now.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better, but you’re right. I am glad I know what’s going on with my body and that I am treating my HIV. Why didn’t I feel worse? Shouldn’t I have felt worse?”
“Some people just brush it off, they just think they are tired, or getting sick. With your drive to get into Yale, you probably ignored being tired and kept pushing. You would have hit the wall eventually, Christina.”
“Is it okay if I go back and lie down?” she whispered, her voice weak.
“Don’t forget to take your medicine.” Patrick cautioned.
“I’ll get some water and take them now.” Christina smiled sadly.
“It will be okay,” Addie promised.
“We’ll get you into those doctors soon, okay?” Patrick offered as Christina pulled a glass down from the cupboard and filled it with water.
“That would be great. I appreciate all you’re doing for me.”
“Oh, give me your cell phone and I’ll slip out and find you a charger. I have to go into work tonight, but I’ll make some calls and Addie can drop you off at the doctor’s while I’m working, right, babe?” Patrick touched Addie’s leg and she nodded.
“Sure, I’ll be glad to. The kids and I could go to a play place or something while she’s at the doctor.”
Christina sipped her water slowly and smiled tightly at the couple. “Thanks.” She bent and looked through her purse, locating her phone and handing it to Patrick. “I’m going to lie down.”
“We’re right in here if you need us. Are you hungry?”
“No, thanks, Addie. I couldn’t eat.”
“Are the medicines making you nauseated?” Patrick asked, concern knitting his brow.
“A little,” Christina admitted.
“Take some crackers with you then.” Addie suggested. “I have some saltines up in the cabinet. Nibble on them if you’re up to it.”
Christina meandered back to the kitchen and pulled the saltines from the cupboard. “Thanks.” Shuffling into her room again, she closed the door and leaned against it with a soft sob. I can’t believe the weak bastard killed himself. Groaning, she opened her bag from the hospital and pulled out her medicines and took them with a few sips of water before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
What has become of my life?
Flopping back on the pillows, she closed her eyes. Let this all be a dream and me wake up and it be over. Please.
Chapter Eight
“Christina?” Patrick shook her shoulder and her eyes flicked open.
Nope, it wasn’t a dream. She groaned as she sat up slowly. “What is it?”
“I am sorry to wake you, but I wanted to let you know that the doctor can see you tomorrow morning. I’m going to be heading into work in an hour and dinner is done. Addie is hoping you’ll come eat. I know your stomach has to be bothering you, but you need to eat to keep your strength up.”
Christina’s eyes focused in the dusky room on the doctor, who was dressed in scrubs and ready for his shift. “Okay,” she mumbled, her voice still husky with sleep.
She watched as he left the room and rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. Finally mustering up the energy to go to the bathroom, she cleaned up and splashed her face with water. Shuffling into the dining room, she found leftovers on the menu. Little Aaliyah grinned brightly as she sat
“I was surviving just fine,” Christina retorted, knowing even as she said the words how stupid she sounded.
“But being on medicine as early as possible protects you and your child.” Patrick reminded her. “You wouldn’t have known you were pregnant until you probably felt movement or started getting bigger. The chance of you getting sicker was there, or infecting your baby. I know how you got to the hospital wasn’t the greatest way to go, but you at least know where you stand now.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better, but you’re right. I am glad I know what’s going on with my body and that I am treating my HIV. Why didn’t I feel worse? Shouldn’t I have felt worse?”
“Some people just brush it off, they just think they are tired, or getting sick. With your drive to get into Yale, you probably ignored being tired and kept pushing. You would have hit the wall eventually, Christina.”
“Is it okay if I go back and lie down?” she whispered, her voice weak.
“Don’t forget to take your medicine.” Patrick cautioned.
“I’ll get some water and take them now.” Christina smiled sadly.
“It will be okay,” Addie promised.
“We’ll get you into those doctors soon, okay?” Patrick offered as Christina pulled a glass down from the cupboard and filled it with water.
“That would be great. I appreciate all you’re doing for me.”
“Oh, give me your cell phone and I’ll slip out and find you a charger. I have to go into work tonight, but I’ll make some calls and Addie can drop you off at the doctor’s while I’m working, right, babe?” Patrick touched Addie’s leg and she nodded.
“Sure, I’ll be glad to. The kids and I could go to a play place or something while she’s at the doctor.”
Christina sipped her water slowly and smiled tightly at the couple. “Thanks.” She bent and looked through her purse, locating her phone and handing it to Patrick. “I’m going to lie down.”
“We’re right in here if you need us. Are you hungry?”
“No, thanks, Addie. I couldn’t eat.”
“Are the medicines making you nauseated?” Patrick asked, concern knitting his brow.
“A little,” Christina admitted.
“Take some crackers with you then.” Addie suggested. “I have some saltines up in the cabinet. Nibble on them if you’re up to it.”
Christina meandered back to the kitchen and pulled the saltines from the cupboard. “Thanks.” Shuffling into her room again, she closed the door and leaned against it with a soft sob. I can’t believe the weak bastard killed himself. Groaning, she opened her bag from the hospital and pulled out her medicines and took them with a few sips of water before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
What has become of my life?
Flopping back on the pillows, she closed her eyes. Let this all be a dream and me wake up and it be over. Please.
Chapter Eight
“Christina?” Patrick shook her shoulder and her eyes flicked open.
Nope, it wasn’t a dream. She groaned as she sat up slowly. “What is it?”
“I am sorry to wake you, but I wanted to let you know that the doctor can see you tomorrow morning. I’m going to be heading into work in an hour and dinner is done. Addie is hoping you’ll come eat. I know your stomach has to be bothering you, but you need to eat to keep your strength up.”
Christina’s eyes focused in the dusky room on the doctor, who was dressed in scrubs and ready for his shift. “Okay,” she mumbled, her voice still husky with sleep.
She watched as he left the room and rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. Finally mustering up the energy to go to the bathroom, she cleaned up and splashed her face with water. Shuffling into the dining room, she found leftovers on the menu. Little Aaliyah grinned brightly as she sat
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