Amanda James (open) Young and Frightened.

[Abby Namara]

This world will never be...

The girl lay flat on her back, her brown hair falling in tendrils on the soft, cotton pillow that had been placed on the medical bed as always. Her eyes were welling up with tears, green orbs that screamed that she was frightened, alone, and completely worried.

Abby Namara walked into the room, a clipboard held to her chest protectively, as always. Her bright smile gave the girl a small, hopeful glance as the older woman sat down on a stool next to the bed. Hey Sweety...How are you feeling? Dr. Namara asked, her blue eyes gazing over the girl softly. She couldn't be any older than 17...

I'm so scared... She managed, pushing the heels of her palms into her eyes softly as she felt her eyes tear up. Abby spun around in her stool to see the young womans mother sitting in the corner, her arms crossed. Guilt was written all over her face. The girls mother was probably blaming this situation on herself. The worry was plastered on her face in broad, deep lines in her forehead.

Now relax, honey. Don't stress yourself out, okay? Now, can you tell me when your last menstrual cycle occurred? Abby looked down at her clipboard. Amanda James, 17 year old Female. Chief Complaint: Nausea, Vomiting, Missed Period. Possible Pregnancy. Test requested.
The woman looked over at Amanda's tearing green eyes. So afraid...

My last period? ...Probably around five weeks ago. I missed the period I was expecting...And..and now I-I just. I've been puking, almost always in the morning. Morning sickness. Abby felt her mind whir with worry for the girl as well now.

Dr. Namara wrote down the last cycle the young woman had, and then looked back up at her, smiling pleasantly, her eyes bright and caring. Hun, I want you to take a deep breath and try to relax, we don't want you to have a panic attack. You're going to be okay, Amanda. Okay? Abby smiled at the girl worriedly, and as Amanda took in long, heaving breaths, she finally relieved herself of the constant lung spasms she was having.

Now, are you sexually active? Abby was writing down notes, her stethoscope draped around her neck casually. She smiled up at the girl. If Dr. Namara could keep a calm face, the girl was less likely to over-react.

I was but I just recently broke up with my boyfriend... Amanda admitted, looking down at her jeans softly. Okay sweety, have you had sexual intercourse-girl thingylly with this young man within the last three to four weeks of your relationship? she asked, clicking her pen on the clipboard softly.
Click. Click. It was one of Abby's little things she did when she was waiting for an answer. It happened almost subconsciously.

Yes...I did, three times. Amanda said softly, feeling her eyes sting in tragic fear.
Dr. Namara put her free hand on the girls arm, rubbing her thumb in circles into the teens soft skin. Amanda was trembling, and Abby smiled at her. Giving her a reassuring look.

Abby turned around, looking at the young womans mother. Ma'am? Can I ask you to wait out in the pediatrics lobby while I ask your daughter a few more personal questions? Dr. Namara's voice was tender, gentle, she wanted Amanda to be as comfortable as possible. Usually having a parent in the room didn't help much.

What I expect it..

[Abby Namara]

This is the story of a girl

Part Two;;

The mother looked slightly annoyed, being told she had to leave. But she nodded, stood up, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her as she did so. Dr. Namara cooed a gentle 'thank you' to the woman as she wrote a few more things down on her clip board. She looked up at young Amanda and smiled warmly.

Alright hun, I have to ask you an important question. And you HAVE to be honest, otherwise your results will be misguided. Dr. Namara pulled her clipboard to her chest and smiled softly, her blue eyes studying the frightened girls face as she nodded. Did you or your boyfriend use protection every time you had sex...those three times? As Dr. Namara questioned her this, Amanda's face reddened severely, and her eyes began to tear up, she put the heels of her palms up to her face and held in her sobs. Honey, don't worry. Nobody is going to be disappointed in you. It's just you and me. I just want to make sure you're okay, and that we can make it through this situation..But I can't figure things out if you don't answer these questions. The girl nodded, took a deep breath, and sighed.

He wore protection, twice. One time, we didn't. But..He..Um.. Amanda struggled with words. Withdrawled before ejaculation? Dr. Namara suggested, smiling gently at her, trying to make her feel comfortable. Although, this was a very uncomfortable situation. Amanda nodded, her face had a light pink hue to it. And Abby smiled, patting the girl on her arm softly. Okay, hun. What I'm going to do now, is grab a pregnancy test from my supplies, and then I'm going to do a small physical examination of your uterine walls and the outside of your abdomen, because, what happens when you're pregnant, is that the uterus swells to make room for the fetus. Okay? Don't worry sweety you're going to be fine. Amanda nodded softly as Dr. Namara pulled the privacy curtain around them both.

Later;;

Dr. Namara sighed softly, grabbing the small box from her supply room, it was a pregnancy test. Although, Abby was pretty sure the young woman was pregnant. The signs were all there. The swelling of the uterus, the sickness and nausea, the missed period.

She grabbed the 'sample' from the compartment leading to the bathroom, adding a bit of it onto the test tab. Setting the sample onto the desk behind her in the work station as she waited. Abby sighed softly, running a hand through her blond hair as she looked down at the test. Positive.

It's a hard knock life...

Dr. Namara headed for the patients room, the test in hand. How frightening it was for a teenage girl, who was a minor to have a baby. She'd seen younger, 15 was the youngest she'd ever dealt with. Amanda? Abby called softly, stepping towards the stool and having a seat. Here, honey. She handed the test to the girl.

Amanda's eyes fell on the 'positive' sign on the test, and she immediately began to cry, sobbing softly as she fell back onto the pillow. No...no no no. Please god no.. The girl cried softly, and this was probably the only time Abby didn't smile. Smiling was probably the worse thing to do when something this serious was happening to a girl who didn't WANT to be pregnant. Come here, She opened her arms up to the young woman and young Amanda fell into the doctors arms softly, her body shaking as Abby rocked the girl in her arms back and forth.

Shh, shh. Don't cry, sweety. Don't cry. It's going to be okay. It's going to be fine. I promise. Dr. Namara cooed into the girls ear, hugging her close and sighing softly. This was the hardest part of the job.

She cried a river, and drowned the whole world..