The hospital felt cold and oppressive, and even the presence of her friends weren’t aiding in her comfort. Rarity felt all eyes on her, staring, judging. The doctor’s words echoed in her mind.
“You’re pregnant.
She felt bile rise in her throat, and she clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to stop her tears from falling.
Will you be carrying it to term?”
What she wanted conflicted with her personal morals. She had never made such an important decision in her life.
“Yes. I’m keeping it.