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Aryin shuddered slightly as he was lifted up into Larry's strong and capable arms -- It was easier to carry him now, simply because of all the weightloss he had experienced in the past few weeks. Aryin was grateful to be back in his bed, but something kept crossing his mind, nagging at him to take a further look at himself.

Aryin sat up just enough to take a sip of the ginger tea - it tasted pretty awful if you asked him, but he knew that Ginger could soothe any upset stomach and his was pretty upset. He wanted to lean against Larry and soak up the warmth that his body seemed to be radiating, but he was still pissed off, even if his face no longer showed it.

The hand rubbing his foot was a bit surprising, and he sighed "I uh... I have to use the restroom... I'm sorry..." Aryin croaked out, his voice so raw from the excessive vomiting and likely the crying too. He fumbled his way back out of the bed, having to finally turn his bedside lamp on to its dimmest setting.

He went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Searching the cabinets frantically, he found the box he was looking for - hoping and praying that it would come back negative; he couldn't... wouldn't tolerate being pregnant, not right now... Aryin sat on the toilet and took the test the manual way -- he knew he would be in here for at least three minutes and he hoped Larry wouldn't leave.

The seconds seemed to drain by slowly, and when his phone beeped that the three minutes had passed, he nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling to grab the little white stick he had placed on the counter. His face, if it were at all possible, went even paler than before - It... It couldn't be happening... Oh, but it was, and Aryin just felt like sobbing again.

He flushed the toilet and went back out to the bedroom, test still clutched tightly in his hands; he didn't even notice when tears started riding down his cheeks -- He was pregnant, and he was going to be alone in all of this, he just knew he would.