Luther fills the empty bottle he bought yesterday with water up to the top before chugging it down in a few goes. It's already the next morning and the internet says that morning piss is the most accurate. Will it display a different answer- he doesn't know. If it displays a different answer, he'll buy another to make sure which he sees is reliable- a third opinion.

He goes to the bathroom after finishing the water, doing the exact same thing as he did yesterday. Only this time, he'll see a red minus if it's negative and a red plus if it's positive. He sets the time for five minutes, sitting on the floor. What if the answer is like yesterday? What if he's pregnant? What will happen? Should he quit from the Academy? Should he tell Reginald? Would Reginald kick him out? Should he tell Grace? Will she keep it a secret? Will she have to stay loyal to Reginald and force his condition out the open? Should he run away?

He doesn't even know if he'll keep it. Should he? He doesn't even have his job, his own house, his own money. He doesn't know life beyond the Academy, he doesn't know how to function as a normal human being in this world. How can he be expected to survive with a baby? No- he shouldn't have a child. He looked up the internet and found that some people with uteruses would end often their pregnancies, but he doesn't know where. Maybe he should look it up sometime- he'll have nine months and if there's anything he knows he has good, it's dedication.

The phone rang again and Luther wasted no time in grabbing the test, seeing the result. Luther sighed as he sees a red plus on his stick. Damn it. Luther pocketed the test and left the bathroom, heading for his room. Shit. As soon as he locked the door behind him, he hid his test in his drawer, right next to another one he took yesterday before throwing a shitfit, punching the walls a few times. Shit.

Screw what'll Reginald say, screw what'll Pogo say, screw what'll his siblings say, screw everything! Reginald forced him to sleep with him so many times, it can only be Reginald's. How will you explain that you're pregnant with your father's baby? Well, genetically it wouldn't be a problem as he's adopted, but still. He's his father, he grew up calling him such. How will he ever admit that fact?

No, his original plan is the way to go. He needs to find a way to get rid of it. He went to his study and turned on his laptop, typing 'abortion clinics near me' on the search engine. Shit, the nearest one is Fort Worth and that's beyond Dallas. Will he get the chance to leave? Screw that, will he be able to pay abortion pill fee? A pill usually costs around 1000 dollars, can he afford that? What if he tells Reginald and he'll just give him the money? Hopefully, that'll be the case.

His phone rang again, reminding him that it's time to start training. Luther made sure to turn off the laptop before leaving his room, leaving the mess that it is. He descended the stairs to the gym, every day his routine of training is the same, breakfast at 7 AM - 8 AM, running from 11 AM - 12 PM, lunch at 12 PM - 1 PM, tutoring from 1 PM - 3 PM, weightlifting and martial arts practise from 4 PM - 6 PM, supper at 6 - 7 PM, tutoring from 7 PM - 9 PM, then sleep. Except for missions, it'll always be the same every day. He'll have to adjust his hours to not overwork himself today, it's time to start running. Hopefully, no one will notice anything.

"Number One, you are late for five minutes!" Reginald yelled as soon as Luther arrived at the gym.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"This may not happen again in the future, or punishment shall fall unto you," Reginald continued. Luther fought the urge to not roll his eyes, he's already serving a terrible punishment for serving another punishment, stupid timeouts under the oak tree.

"Yes, Dad-" Luther nods.

"Warm-up for five minutes starts now!" Luther complied to his father's order, stretching his limbs before starting to turn on the treadmill on low for 1 minute and turning it off once it's done.

"Set speed to 10 km/h, you'll be running for an hour," Reginald ordered. Luther pressed the necessary buttons. "Start!"

The treadmill starts moving and Luther tried to keep up with the speed. Not even 20 minutes has passed when he started to feel lightheaded and weak. Has the room always been this hot? Luther looked back to see Reginald watching him like a hawk from his seat, shit. He can't slack. He touches his arms, how can it feel this cold already? Usually, he'll be emitting cold sweat when it's already late in the night. But now?

Luther read that being pregnant will make him more tired easily, but this early? Reginald will surely notice. No, Luther must go on. Luther can feel himself getting more and more breathless, his legs turn to jelly as he fell from the treadmill.

"Number One!" Reginald called sternly, and Luther hummed weakly. "Why aren't you on the treadmill?"

"Can I take five?"

"You're already late as it is, you can take a break after your run," Reginald countered, ignoring his request. Luther laid on the floor, closing his eyes. "Number One! Stand up!"

No answer can be heard from him.

"Grace!" Reginald called. Grace appeared from the empty arch.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Carry Number One to the infirmary," Reginald ordered. Grace complied en suite and lifted Luther's limp body, carrying him to the infirmary before laying him on the hospital bed, putting the oxygen mask on him as she waits for him to wake up before she can test his blood pressure and heart rate.

It didn't take long for Luther to wake up.

"Hi, Luther," Grace grinned at him, and Luther hummed. "Are you well enough for me to test your heart rate and blood pressure?"

Luther nodded.

"I'll just take off the oxygen mask, yeah?" Grace turned the lever on the oxygen tank before taking the mask off Luther. Grace takes the heart rate monitor and clipped the device on this forefinger, hearing a beep. She puts down the result on her paper before getting the blood pressure monitor and checking his blood pressure.

What happened to him?