"I can't believe it," Blaine sighed as he finished relating the scene he witnessed at Reese's house to Cassie. "How could she have moved on so quickly? We just broke up."
"I don't know, Blaine," Cassie said. As much as she wanted to smile and shout for joy, she held her true emotions back and kept a somber and sympathetic tone for Blaine. "Except . . . I hate to say this but, maybe the relationship just didn't mean as much to her as it did to you. I'm so sorry you have to go through this."
"Yeah, maybe it didn't," Blaine said slowly. "I just can't get over seeing her in another guy's arms like that. Do you think something was going on between Reese and James before we broke up?"
As much as Cassie wanted to encourage that seed of doubt in Blaine's mind, she couldn't bring herself to lie to him. "Not that I know of. I never noticed anything between them."
"Maybe she's just feeling vulnerable right now and needed someone to turn to," Blaine suggested. He was trying to find a less negative spin to what he saw, but this new possibility didn't sit any better with him. "You know James better than I do. Would he take advantage of her like that?"
"No, James is a good guy. He can be very charming, but he wouldn't take advantage."
"And why him?"
"I don't know. I wish I had the answers for you, to make you feel better, but it doesn't make any sense to me either. If I was Reese-"
Cassie's next thought was cut off as her sister stepped in from the kitchen. "Cass, could you come in here and lend me a hand for a second?"
When she met Zara's eyes, Cassie knew Zara's interruption had nothing to do with anything that was going on in the kitchen.
"Can I come in?" James asked after he lightly rapped on the hospital room door. When Reese looked startled and started to move from the bed, he motioned for her to stay where she was. "No, don't get up. You probably need your rest. I just wanted to see how you're doing."
"I'm ok, I guess. What are you doing here?"
"When the ambulance brought you in there was no one else with you and no one was sure who to call. I thought I'd stick around to check on you, see if you need anything."
"Thanks, but I'm alright."
"Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
"No, not much."
"You're probably wondering why I'm here. I stopped by your office yesterday, hoping you could look over some last minute paperwork for my club, but they told me you called in sick."
"I wasn't feeling up to much yesterday . . ."
"Since I really needed to get that paperwork turned in, I decided to stop by your house. When I knocked on the front door, no one answered. I thought maybe you were too sick to get out of bed or something and I started to feel bad about bothering you, so I was about to leave. Something didn't seem right to me and as I started to leave I realized I smelled gas."
"I called out to see if anyone was home, but I didn't hear any answer. I thought about leaving to call for help, but something, a gut feeling, I guess, told me not to leave. Then I noticed your car was in the driveway, so I tried the door, but it was locked. I didn't want to break in, but I'm glad I did, because as soon as the door was open I could smell the gas really strong. And right away, I found you passed out in the middle of the living room floor."
"Oh."
"I knew neither of us could stay inside for long, so I carried you outside and made sure you were breathing before I went to the neighbors and had them call for help. Do you remember?"
"I remember waking up here last night. Before that, no, I don't remember."
"What about what happened before that? Do you know how the leak got started?"
"No . . .I didn't feel like going to work that morning. I wasn't feeling well. After I called in, I fell asleep on the couch for awhile. I remember trying to get up for some reason. I was going to get something to settle my stomach. Then the next thing I know I woke up here. The doctor's have already asked me all about it and that's all I remember."
"I see."
"They seem to wonder if I did it on purpose, but I didn't. I didn't do anything."
"I never thought you did. I was just curious about what happened. It's not really my business, I guess, but since I was there it kind of feels like it is."
"Hello, Reese, how are you feeling this morning?" the doctor said as she walked into the room.
"Ok."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jitmakusol," she said introducing herself to James. "And you are?"
"James Spencer. I'm, I guess, an acquaintance of Reese."
"Could you give us a minute alone then, Mr. Spencer. I need to speak with Reese about her test results."
"Sure. I guess I'll see you later. If you need anything at all, let me know."
Once James was out of the room, the doctor took a seat next to Reese's bedside.
"I have some good news for you. Everything looks fine and you can go home as soon as your release forms are filled out."
"Good. Thank you, doctor," Reese said as she started to get out of bed.
"There's just one thing that showed up on your tests that I wanted to ask you about. Are you aware that you're pregnant?"
"What?"
"I wanted to bring this up, because you didn't say anything to the doctors or nurses here, but we always check for pregnancy as a routine and your test came out positive. I didn't know if you just didn't mention it or if you didn't know about it."
Reese sat frozen in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing was true. In a quiet voice she answered. "I didn't know."
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