“Lyra—” the doctor started.
“No. Shut up. I’m talking. I’m eighteen. I didn’t even finish my college applications. I still use Hello Kitty stickers in my planner. My mom still thinks I’m a virgin. And now you’re telling me I’m going to be the mother of four?! At once?! Do you know what that does to a v****a?! I’ve seen documentaries!”
“I need you to take a deep breath—”
“Do you want me to die? Is that what this is? Are you trying to kill me with information? Because it’s working!” I dropped back onto the bed and started hyperventilating dramatically.
“My belly is going to explode. I’m going to be round like a pumpkin. No, not a pumpkin. A hot air balloon. I’ll be on the news. ‘Local girl gives birth to four pups, cries herself into a coma.’”
Damon finally moved. He knelt down in fron
