𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

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My eyes fluttered open, blinking out the bright light overhead as snores emitted from the side of the overtly clean alcohol smelling room.

"Am I dead?"

"Holy shit you're awake," Theo winced as he hit his head on the wall behind him, jolting out of a deep sleep.

"You're in the hospital, May," I felt a soft hand in mine, blinking as my vision blurred in and out.

"Turn these fucking lights off, I can't see anything," I whined, Naevah dimming the lights from across the room.

"Do you remember what happened?" A nurse abruptly entered, taking my pulse as I stared down at the bandages on my arms.

"I went into a psychotic break and tried to kill myself, was that the answer you were looking for?"

Theo muttered an apology to the nurse, "sorry, she's a bit sarcastic sometimes-"

"I wasn't trying to be funny,"

"Maybelle I don't know how it's possible to be this annoying after you've been in a coma for three days,"

"Fuck you, Theodore,"

"Fuck you too, Maybelle-"

"Guys, please stop," Daph sighed, slumping back in her chair as she thanked the nurse.

"Why, May? Why would you do that-"

"I don't know Daph, maybe because all of us are being blackmailed by my boyfriend's Father into shutting our mouths, ex boyfriend actually, if you hadn't noticed, he has a fucking wife now," I snapped at her, ripping the IV out of my arm.

"May you can't do that-"

"I don't give a shit, I want to go home-" my wrists rattled against the cot's handlebars, "why am I in fucking hand cuffs?"

"You're under a 48 hour suicide watch."

"This is fucking ridiculous," I muttered, pounding my fists against the bed as my heart rate began to rise, nurses storming the room.

"Miss you need to calm down,"

"Why should I fucking calm down? You calm down, you need to-"

"You're pregnant, May," Naevah yelled, the room going silent as I stopped and stared at her.

"What?"

"It's Draco's."

"No fucking shit, Navs, what do you think, I shagged some guy during my psychotic breakdown?"

The room was silent.

"Oh come on, it's a joke, it's funny-"

"You're eight weeks pregnant. We really need you to calm down and take care of yourself, May. The baby's already been through a war and an attempted suicide, you're gonna give it PTSD before it's even fucking born," Theo huffed, taking my hand in his.