Anderson's POV
I watched Michelle drift into a peaceful sleep as soon as we climbed into the bed. Even though I felt tired and numb all over, I could not sleep.
I had stepped out of the bathroom pretending to be cheerful and worried-free, but I was still very worried and scared deep within me. Dr Sofia's sudden call had only managed to increase my uneasiness, if that was possible.
Once I was sure Michelle was fast asleep, I took my phone from the drawer where she kept it, and only then did I notice that Dr Sofia left me a voicemail.
Worried that Michelle might be aroused from sleep, I inserted my earphone to listen to the audio message.
"Call me the moment you get this. It is urgent." I heard in Dr Sofia's voice, and my already heightened worry increased some more, and so did my respiration.
Without thinking, I called Dr Sofia and was surprised when she answered on the first ring.
"Anderson." She called in a pitch which was way higher than usual. She was breathless, and sounded panick stricken. I could sense a glint of guilt in her voice but I wasn't so sure. I wasn't sure of anything.
Casting a final glance at Michelle who still slept peacefully, I made my way out of the bedroom.
"I got your message. What is so urgent?" I asked in a low voice, as though no time had elapsed since she first called my name, right before I descended from the stairs.
"I'm pregnant." Dr Sofia said without warning, and I felt all my walls crashing against each other.
"You are a doctor, Sophia. Take care of it." I said after long seconds of confused thoughts.
"Well I did everything I know how to do, but none of them worked." Dr Sofia explained. Although she didn't sound breathless anymore, she sounded really scared.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I said in panick. I rubbed my now sweaty palms on my shorts, and wiped my forehead as well.
"I don't know, but you have to do something. You knew exactly what you were doing when you cummed inside me." She sounded more angry than scared.
"You can't have my baby. We can operate on you, and remove the embryo before it gets any worse."
"I don't want to have your baby anymore than you do. We need to come up with a plan, operating on me is out of the question." Dr Sofia countered, pissed.
Numbly, I sat on the couch once the call was disconnected. I held the phone loosely on my left hand, while staring into space. Now there was no doubt, I am done for.
With what little strength I had left, I dragged myself to my feet. Paying no attention to the loud jarring clatter I heard as I stood up, I made my way to my refrigerator in search of a strong drink.
Michelle's POV
The unfamiliar sound from the alarm clock aroused me from my peaceful sleep that the first thought that came to my mind was to smash it against the nearest wall.
Lazily, I opened my eyes, and only after a brief moment, did recognition hit me. I turned to Anderson's side of the bed but it was empty.
He didn't leave again, did he? I asked within myself, climbing out of bed.
Cautiously, I climbed down the stairs, calling out to Anderson with every step I took.
Halfway down, I gasped at the sight which was unfolding before me. The whole room was a mess with empty bottles of vodka lying in different positions in the large sitting room.
I hurried down the stairs, curiosity getting the better of me, and saw more empty bottles, but no sign of Anderson. His phone laid on the floor near a single sitting couch. In a single movement, I looked around the sitting room, its large length and width, and there was no sign of Anderson still.
Once I noticed a small door at the left corner of the room, I walked right into it, certain that I would find Anderson inside.
"There you are." I said once I pushed the door open, and found Anderson sprawled on the floor. He was covered in his own puke.
Surely this has something to do with Dr Sofia's call last night. I said within me.
I contemplated between helping Anderson out or stepping out so as to report to work early, but I was confused on what decision to go with. I checked his pulse, and it was normal, so I made my decision.
I went back to the sitting room with a single goal - to tidy up. Anderson would clean himself up after the hang over. Locating an empty carton was as easy as pie, and soon every empty bottles of vodka and a few others were inside the empty carton, leaving the sitting room with a more tidied look.
I rushed back upstairs to have a quick shower, and when I climbed down, ready to leave, it was 06:15 AM. Anderson now up, sat soberly on the couch with his hair still wet from the puke, and his eyes uncertain.
"Thank you." He said with a voice that in no way sounded like his. His eyes were fixed on the empty bottles.
"I need to go now. I might figure out how you managed to consume all these in one night" I announced, while he looked away.
"You owe me an explanation for all of..." I added, but I was interrupted by Anderson's phone which had begun to ring.
"Crawford." He announced, lifting the phone to his right ear.
"Okay sir." He said into the phone after a long pause, and I wondered if he paid any attention to all that Crawford said.
"Is everything okay?" I asked after the call was disconnected, and Anderson's face got paler.
"No, not at all. He was scheduling a meeting for later today." He replied, but I could tell that he was lying.
"See you at the hospital." I said bidding him goodbye, heading towards the door. I will get every information I need from Crawford himself.