You’re woken up by your own nausea, and you’ve pushed yourself out of bed and ran into the bathroom in mere seconds. There, it doesn’t take long before you begin to spill your guts into the toilet.

You’ve been having these moments of nausea in the mornings for a few days now, though you can’t really understand where they come from. You definitely can’t allow yourself to be pregnant – you and Pepe are still just 19 – but there aren’t a lot of other possibilities.

“What’s going on?” You hear Pepe’s, your boyfriend’s, voice from behind you. Right… he’s been away for racing for over a week so he doesn’t know how you’ve been spending your last few mornings.

“Are you alright?”