You've been for awhile... and there's more than bruises and broken bones

The doctor give you a sad look and moves closer to your bedside, gently taking your hand. You know that this isn't normal procedure, at least from your experience. "Mr. Halpas, you need to remain calm when I tell you what your body's been through." he says and you nod almost automatically. You need to know what was injured in your **** so you could figure out how much longer you would be here. You would use this time to do research on where you could go once you got out and see what kinds of jobs you could get to support yourself with.

"You've been in the hospital for three weeks, fighting a fever while recovering from multiple rectal tears and cracked ribs, as well as the fact that both your wrists were sprained and bruised so badly we were afraid that we initially thought that they were broken. We've done what we can, treating the tears, wrapping your ribs, and putting your wrist in a splint. You'll be set to leave in at the end of the week if you continue to make good progress."

You nod and look down at your stomach. "Am I... Am I pregnant?" you ask softly.

The doctor shrugs. "We won't have the test results until tomorrow." he tells you. This doesn't help you relax though, there's still the chance that you could be carrying one of their children. He talks to you for a few more minutes, asking if you have a place to go after you're discharged and how you plan to support yourself afterwards. You answer truthfully, telling him about what happened with your father and how you don't have a job or a place of your own. He tells you that he'll help you find a place to stay in response. You thank him profusely and he smiles in response before going off to check on his other patients.

The week passes slowly for you, getting to know your doctor and the nurses and worrying about how you'll support yourself and, if the tests come back positive, your baby. The doctor, whose name is Samuel Adkins, but insists on being called Sam, helps you get a job at a bakery and offers to let you stay at his home. You accept because he's been so kind and you've developed a large crush on him. You haven't told him yet, but you suspect he has one on you too since he slips you little presents when he does come to see you.

As you start to get dressed on the last day, ready to go home with Sam, he comes in with a folder. You ask him what it is and he tells you that it's your test results. You go pale and ask him what it says. He gives you a sad smile, telling you that you are pregnant, but to not worry. That he'll claim the child as his and make you his husband, making you smile and cry with happiness.