Oh, shit. Oh, God.
Emma, Jesus. Are you okay?
- I don't know. - Are you still bleeding?
- No, it stopped. - Okay.
I can go straight to Dr. Green's.
Actually, everything looks just fine.
- Really? - Yep.
In fact, the baby's growing very quickly,
which can explain the bleeding.
Sometimes, because of that,
there can be slight tears in the uterine wall.
What about, um... all this?
This doesn't look right, does it?
Varicose veins? That can be completely normal.
That can also be a result of the rapid growth.
But I googled it and it didn't say it was normal.
Honey, you can't go to Google for that kind of stuff.
That's just a deep, dark rabbit hole.
Are you still taking your Clonazepam?
I threw it out.
Why would you do that?
I'm just telling you that something isn't right.
I can feel it.
My hair and the nose bleeds. Today...
Listen, sweetheart, no two pregnancies are alike.
The vitamin deficiencies, the weakened vascular system,
many women experience all of these symptoms,
especially if their lifestyle is less than optimal.
There's one more thing.
What? What is it?
Would you like to know the sex of the baby?
What about Holly?
Holly... I do like Holly.
Do you ever think I'm fucked up?
What? What's that supposed to mean?
Like today at Dr. Green's?
I saw the way you two looked at each other.
Like you both thought I was crazy.
Oh, come on. Seriously?
I was just, you know, scared, same way you were.
Yeah.
Yeah, I don't know, I just...
worry 'cause of my mom.
I never told you what happened to her.
She was my age when she was pregnant with me.
And, um...
I guess she started seeing stuff,
stuff that wasn't there, and hearing things,
getting real paranoid, you know?
And the doctor said it was schizophrenia.
Pregnancy made things a lot worse.
Peripartum psychosis, they call it.
And she started hurting herself
and throwing fits.
Went after my dad a few times. He couldn't handle it.
Why he started drinking.
Well, fuck, Em, you never told me about this.
Well, I never told anyone, really.
What ended up happening to her?
After she had me, I-- I guess she sort of had a breakdown
and had to be locked up.
She was only in the loony bin for a couple months
before she managed to hang herself with some bedsheets.
Damn.
Yeah. So...
I mean, that's, like, super rare though, isn't it?
Schizophrenia?
It's genetic.
- You good? - I think so.
Thanks for, um, showing up and stuff.
Hey, what are you doing right now? Like, tonight?
- I'm just gonna do some sketching. - Let me cook you dinner.
'Kay.
What about Hazel? It's kinda cool.
Yeah, Hazel's not bad.
Hand me the thing?
I got this.
Not bad, huh?
Whoa.
- Whoa, what's wrong? - Here, come here.
I've never felt her kick like this before.
Oh, my God.
I guess she knows who you are.
What? You've seen it before.
Yeah.
Ty...
Ty, Ty, just...
Ty, stop. Stop.
Jesus.
Em, what's-- what's wrong?
- Don't. - Okay.
Okay, sorry.
I-- I hurt you?
Something's wrong.
Something's wrong with this baby.
It doesn't feel right. Nothing feels right.
Okay, you don't-- you don't know that.
You've never been pregnant before.
In the pool... or the blood...
Okay, we-- we just came from the doctor.
- She said you're fine, 100%. - But I keep losing weight,
and having these horrible nightmares.
- Everyone goes through this. - No, they don't.
No.
This isn't normal.
She said it's fine.
But my fucking hair is falling out, and...
- Just look, just look at this! - Okay, okay, stop, stop.
Jesus Christ, Emma, stop! Stop, calm down.
Calm down.
I don't know if this baby is yours.
What are you-- what are you talking about?
That night, in the woods... I saw something.
Someone else was there.
We were together the whole night.
I woke up in the mud,
in the dirt with all those cuts and bruises on me.
'Cause we did it on the ground after we snuck off, I told you--
And then there was black stuff that came out of me.
I hear static in my car.
- Em. - I just...
- Em, listen to yourself. - I just know.
I can hear it!
They put something inside me, Ty,
and it's not human!
You sound like a crazy person.
Shit.
- Hey, I'm sorry. - No!
Get out.
- Shit, I'm sorry. - You get out.
- Get out of my house. - I'm not leaving like this.
Get out of my fucking house, get out!
- I'm not-- I'm not leaving you like this. - No, get out. You get out.
I'm sorry.
Get out.
Okay.
Okay, I'll leave, I'll...
Em?
I'm afraid you might hurt yourself or something.
Just, at least tell me you're okay.
I'm fine.
Leave.
She was your age when she started, you keep that in mind.
- Crazy person. - This is God's criminal suicide.
This is what we all deserve.
I guess she started seeing stuff. Something's wrong with this baby.
I'm hearing things. I hear static in my car.
Getting real paranoid, you know? They put something inside me, Ty,
and it's not human!
Peripartum psychosis, they call it.
And having these horrible nightmares.
The doctor said it was schizophrenia.
The pregnancy made things a lot worse.