Going Under

"Carla, I will go get you some heroin. You need to get at least something in your stomach. After yesterday, you need to eat. And I promise that when I get back there will be no helicopters. What happened yesterday was just a freak thing, I promise." Adam was trying to keep Carla strong. She would be okay for a little while alone.

"Okay. Be quick though." She said, sitting down to some toast and coffee.

By the time Adam had returned, Carla was in the bathroom, puking once again.

"Carla... was I late again this time?"

"Yeah... I think so. Maybe tomorrow you need to go out earlier than this so I wont get sick anymore..."

"Okay, but... do you think you could be pregnant...?"

"Adam! Don’t you ever say that to me! I am not and will not be pregnant again! Two was enough!"

"You had three, you know."

"He doesn’t count. I was forced to have him. But I am assuring you I am not pregnant!"