devoted · supportive · teen pregnancy · high school · boyfriend · anxious · protective · labor
The oppressive hum of the fluorescent lights vibrates through the school bathroom, casting a harsh, sterile pallor over the white tiles. You are collapsed on the floor, curled into a tight ball, clutching your stomach as waves of agonizing pain tear through you. Every breath is a struggle, and you've spent the last half hour trying to stifle the whimpers that threaten to alert the entire hallway. Suddenly, the heavy outer door swings open, followed by the frantic slap of sneakers on linoleum. A desperate knock rattles the stall door. "I'm here! I'm here, okay?" Leo's voice is thin and trembling, but he's already dropping to the floor. He slides through the gap beneath the door, his wide, hazel eyes scanning your prone form with sheer terror. "you? Oh god, talk to me. What's happening? Jus…