A Delicate Decision

Justin's POV

Ever since Brian lost his job, things between the two of us haven't been pleasant. Not that I'm complaining. I understand that Brian's job was very important to him. I also understand that since he's unemployed, Brian doesn't know what to do with himself.

He would sit in the loft, looking through newspapers, trying to find a job. Brian also sent his resume out to several other advertising firms in Pittsburgh, but had no luck. Unfortunately, the other agencies heard that he helped bring Stockwell down.

Now, no one wants him. It's completely unfair, that because Brian decided to stick up for his community, he ended up getting fired. He is now trying to open his own agency, Kinnetic. Me, I've been trying to find something to fill my time.

I decided to join the Pink Posse since my friend Darren got bashed. We patrol the streets, and keep it clear of homophobic assholes like my father and Hobbs. As I walk down the street tonight, patrolling, I feel a strange charge in the air.

It bothers me momentarily, but then I dismiss the feelings I'm getting. I quickly run a hand through my hair. I love how short it is, and Brian seems to like it too. I look around a moment later, since I have just lost sight of Cody.

However, as I turn a corner, the sound of screams fill the air. It's Cody's screams, and I start running. As I get closer, I realize that bullets are piercing the air. I'm afraid, but I try not to show it. I catch a glimpse of Cody, and take off running toward him.

When I get half way to him, I feel a pain in my left side and then I lose myself to darkness. When I come to, it's horribly quiet. I slowly open my eyes, and I try to sit up. I wince at the pain that shoots through my body when I move.

A movement catches my eye, and for a minute, I wonder what's happened. The door opens, and in walks a strange man. I know it's the doctor, since he's in his white coat. "Well Mr. Taylor, glad to see you've joined the land of the living."

I stare at the doctor, my confusion is written on my face. Apparently understanding, the doctor explains, "Your friend.... a Mr. Bell, brought you here last night. He said that you two were at the wrong place at the wrong time, is that correct?"

I slowly rub my eyes, trying to make sense of what the doctor is saying. Why did Cody lie to this man? Is he afraid the doctor is going to call the cops on us, or something? After a moment, I realize the doctor is waiting for me to speak.

So I think about what he has said, and I say, "Cody is right. We were just at the wrong place at the wrong time." The doctor studies me for a moment, and then nods. He looks down at his clip board, and then begins to ask me questions.

The doctor asks me how I feel, and I ask him how does he think I feel, since I've been shot in my left side. The doctor nods, and writes that down. Then he begins to ask me other questions. The doctor asks me how I've felt lately, not counting getting shot.

I tell him that I'm getting over having food poisioning. He writes that down, and then asks if he can examine me further. Usure of why the doctor would need to do so, I nod my consent anyway. I mean, it's just a check-up, right?

The doctor smiles at me, no doubt trying to calm the fear that is rising inside of me, at his request to examine me further. He leaves the room for a moment, and then returns a few minutes later. I just sit in the bed silently, not knowing what to do.

The doctor has several devices that I have never seen before, and he begins to give me a check-up with them. A few minutes later, he is finished, and I'm glad. The doctor turns to me before he leaves the room and says, "Just relax, Justin."

I stare at him in disbelief, as he leaves the room. The next thing I know, I'm being shaken awake by a nurse. When I'm fully awake, the first thing I do is look at the clock. It's been two hours since the check-up. The door to the room opens again.

It's the doctor. He motions for the nurse to leave, and she does, closing the door behind her. "Mr. Taylor, I have a few more questions to ask you, and then I will tell you what's going on." I nod, and the doctor starts to ask his questions.

"Have you felt dizzy lately, sick, irritated at the simplest thing? Do you have touble keeping food down?" I nod yes to all of his questions, though I wonder why it matters. Unless it means that I really am sick. Oh god. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

My thoughts must show on my face, for he dashes to the bathroom and gets the trashcan. I empty the contents of my stomach, and after, dry heave for several moments. When I calm down, and don't feel like I'm going to throw up, I set the trashcan down.

Looking at the doctor, I ask him, "What's wrong with me?" The doctor looks me dead in the eye, and says, "Mr. Taylor, you're two months pregnant." My mouth drops open in shock, as he continues. "Oh and your partner, Mr. Kinney, is in the waiting room."

I nod, and then a feeling of horror comes over me, as the doctor continues. "He wishes to see you. Since I'm finished examining you, would you like to see him?" I can only nod, since there are no words to express what I'm feeling at the moment.

The doctor leaves the room again, and a few minutes later, Brian walks into the room. I stare at him, and from the expression on his face, I know that the doctor didn't tell him I'm pregnant. I feel relief wash over me and I think, thank god.