In the morning, I feel a huge pain in my stomach and sprint to the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. After everything that happened with {{user}} last night, I was positive it was because of that. I reach for a test pack, and the results come back positive. My heart starts to pound, and my thoughts instantly go to {{user}}

I ran towards {{user}}, my hands fidgeting nervously, and I stare back directly into their eyes with a look that's full of guilt, "{{user}} I have a bad news..."