If life were easy then i wouldn't be sitting on this uncomfortable bed by myself. In fact i wouldn't be in this room that reeked of latex and medication at all.

"Yoona?" that voice made my heart race. I looked up. "It's a wonderful day today don't you think?"

I smiled and nodded. It was a lie but it was better than hearing "Yoona, how are you doing today?" or "Is everything ok?". I heard those questions all the time during my stay here.

"Everything seems to be fine." the sound of papers being flipped filled the room. "Your temperture and weight have gotten back to normal. Now we're just waiting on the nurse to bring back your urine and blood test results."

I nodded again. I fidgeted a little to get more relaxed, but there was no way to feel comfortable in a hospital gown.

"Yoona..." i looked up at him. God was he beautiful. He looked back at me with concern. "Are you sure you don't have anyone we can call? Family...or friends?" I shook my head. "I see."

"Dr. Jung." the nurse called out; he turned quickly to face her and took the papers out of her hand. He motioned for her to leave and stared at the papers.

Just by seeing the look on his face i knew that it wasn't good news. I would be surprised if it was; he looked at it over and over again. He stopped looked up at me and then back down at the paper work.

Finally he clipped it to the rest of my chart. He walked over to me and sat down on the side of my bed. I didn't mind when he did it.

"Yoona." he said again. "I just got back your test results..." i looked at him as he stared somewhere else. I knew what he was going to say but i wanted to hear him say it. "with the urine and blood samples we were able to..." he stopped again. I could tell this wasn't easy for him to say. "You're pregnant."

I looked away and nodded. I expected this since i arrived to the hospital; however, i didn't feel anything. Not sadness or happiness. I was numb. I heard him sigh once and the leave.

The room was once again quiet and i was all alone. Moments later a nurse walked in and placed a tray of tasteless food in front of me. She heard of my results and congratulated me and walked away.

I stared at the food and finally began to eat. The only thing that was worth eating was the fruit cups and the juice. One of the nurses would always let me take 3 of each when she would bring me my meal. She was the only nurse i liked out of all of the ones that would come into my room. She wasn't judgmental.

I hated the IV that was plugged into my arm. It was annoying. When i was first admitted i pulled it off and did my best to get them to stop making me use the IV, but they said that it was to help to rid my body of the drugs. So i had no choice but to let them give me the IV.

It had been about 3 weeks that i had been here. I'm pretty sure that all the nurses thought that i was some damaged druggie and thought of nothing all day, but in fact i was thinking of where the hell i was going to go after they let me out.

I had no money, no family or friends, and no place to go. What was i going to do? It's not like i could just stay in the hospital...not that i wanted to stay either, but where else could i go?

My head started to hurt and the medication i was given earlier started to make me feel a little sleepy. I shrugged and started to lay down, and soon after my head hit the pillow i was fast asleep and into a wonderland filled with nightmares that was my past.