But I'm a Guy

I exercised too hard during the day and, by midnight, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. When I checked my pants, there was blood.

I called my friend immediately and had him rush me to the hospital.

The moment I finished explaining my symptoms, the doctor did not even pause to think before saying, "This is a potential miscarriage. We need to start treatment right away."

My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to protest, but she steamrolled right over me.

Her gaze dripped with contempt. "I see dozens of patients every day. I know exactly what you women are like. Probably had abortion after abortion in school with zero self-respect. Now that you're getting older, you want to trap some nice guy into cleaning up your mess."

I had never met such an unprofessional doctor in my life. Anger flared in my chest, and I threatened to report her on the spot.

She barely blinked. "Touched a nerve, huh? I'm just trying to help you out here. Doctors have it so hard these days. Tell someone the truth and complaints are all you get."

The whispers started around me. People staring, judging, pointing. I had truly had enough.

Had it occurred to literally anyone that I might just be a guy with long hair?

"Bro, I'm here. You good?"

I was about to answer when Tyler Morgan rushed over and casually threw his arm across my shoulders.

The doctor standing in front of me, Dr. Holly Stevens, heard what he said and the scorn in her eyes got even worse. "You two aren't a couple? Girls these days have no shame. You call each other 'bro' while doing couple stuff."

Tyler jerked his hand back like he had been burned. He stumbled backward and shouted, "What are you talking about? I'm straight! What couple? How can you say that?"

Watching him flip out left me speechless. He was straight? Yeah, well so was I.

Earlier that day, I met up with some friends to play basketball. That night, they dragged me to this casual spot where we had loaded fries, wings and ice-cold beer.

When I got home and finally crawled into bed, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. Worse, there were bloodstains on my pants.

As someone who had been dealing with hemorrhoids, I knew immediately what happened. They had ruptured.

I called Tyler right away since he lived closest and told him to grab my car keys and get me to the hospital.

The second he walked into my place and saw the bloodstains on my sheets, he yelped, "Holy crap, that's a lot of blood! Did you get your period?"

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

He pulled me to my feet while saying, "You should probably wear a pad or something. Or your leather seats are gonna suffer."

"Do you hear yourself? Where would I get pads?"

Tyler smirked. "That's what you get for being single. I keep some for my girlfriend. Here, use one."

Wearing a pad felt ridiculous, but I was not about to ruin my leather seats, so I put one on anyway.

By the time we got to the hospital, the hallway was still crowded with people waiting even though it was past midnight.

I checked in and found a seat. Tyler looked around and said, "Dude, I need to hit the bathroom. Just wait here. Text me if anything happens."

Every time we went out, he was either in the bathroom or looking for one. I was used to it by now.