42: I’M PREGNANT

NIGEL'S POV

You know how those cartoon characters feel when a piano falls on their head? Well, yeah, that was how I felt. Like a punch to the face. That's how I woke up this morning. It seemed as if my brain was now too big for my skull. My head felt swollen and my lips were so dry that my mouth couldn't even produce a drop of saliva to ease my parched throat.

My stomach lurched and gurgled. “What the hell is happening to me?” I asked myself. Slowly, I sat up in the bed with my feet dangling over the side. My movements added a wave of nausea to my misery.

The aching in my skull ebbed and flowed like a cold tide, yet the pain was always there. I felt like the darkest of clouds were hovering over my head, with no intention of clearing until late afternoon. I didn't want to move, but the awful aftertaste in my mouth sent me rushing to the bathroom. I fell to my knees and emptied what smelt like shit mixed with acid inside the toilet bowl.

I was terrified. I didn't know what was happeni