Bled Dry [antikvár]

Ont"Well, it's not the flu."Brittany Baldizzi watched her general practitioner tuck her hair behind her ear as she stepped back into the room. Perched on the edge of the examination table, Brittany was seriously confused. "An ulcer then? I've felt this awful nausea for weeks.""Not an ulcer." Dr. Hopkins smiled. "You're pregnant.""Excuse me?" The room went stark white and a buzzing rang in Brittany's ears. "Pregnant? I can't be pregnant!"There was no way. It wasn't possible."Have you been practicing abstinence?" Dr. Hopkins asked with a rueful shrug."Yes, I've been totally abstinent." How in the hell could she be pregnant?Dr. Hopkins raised her eyebrows. "Really?"