Chapter 577
“No… I mean… kind of,” I told her, my cheeks flushing. “I’m not really sure what’s wrong. I think it’s just a stomach bug. It’s nothing to be too worried about. I think I just need to drink some water or something.”
“Nonsense. I’ll talk to Sampson. I want to take you to the pack hospital.”
My face paled at the mention of a hospital.
“No, that’s not necessary. The doctors of this pack have enough to worry about right now. With the new threat out there and the lives that are at risk, they don’t need to worry about me over a stomach bug.”
Lucy defiantly folded her arms across her chest.
“You can’t go on post with a stomach bug, Judy,” she told me. “You know this, as does Marlo and Sampson.”
I knew she was right, and I hated that she was. I took a deep breath and let my shoulders slump.
“Okay,” I breathed. “But I really don’t want to make a big deal out of this. Maybe they can give me something for the stomach bug, and I’ll be on my way.”
She nodded, holding up her hand.noveldrama
“I promise,” she assured me. “We’ll be in and out if it’s nothing.”
Not before long, we were standing in front of Sampson and asking him for a short leave so I could go to the hospital. He granted it, agreeing with Lucy.
Of course, he didn’t allow us to just go to the hospital unprotected; a few of his Gammas accompanied us. I was grateful that Lucy was with me the entire time. She refused to let me go through this alone. She could tell I was nervous, and it made me feel better that she was standing by my side.
The nurse walked into the waiting room after what felt like an eternity of us waiting.
“Judy Montague,” the nurse called out.
I stood to my feet, though I felt numb. I could barely feel my legs as I walked through the waiting room and towards the waiting nurse. Her smile widened when she noticed me, and she motioned for me to walk with her.
Lucy stayed closely behind me as we stepped through the doors and down the long hallway. Not before long after, we were stepping into the hospital room.
“Put that gown on and pee in this cup,” The nurse instructed, handing me a cup.
I frowned at it.
“What for?” I asked, glancing at her.
“It’s procedure, ‘she replied without hesitation.
Soon, the nurse was leaving, and my heart was racing. Lucy found a comfortable seat in the corner of the room. I stepped into the attached bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Once I peed in the cup, I put the cap on and stepped out of the bathroom, my body almost trembling as I placed it on the nightstand beside the bed.
The nurse returned a moment later to collect the pee sample. She said a few words and then left. I stayed seated on the bed with a racing heart. Lucy reached over and gripped my hand, a small smile lighting up her face.
“You’re going to he okay,” she assured me. “Just breathe.”
“Am I that obvious?” I asked, trying my best at a laugh, but she could see right through me.
“Kind of,” she admitted. “It’s all over your face.”
There were no words left to speak; I
wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. We stayed in a comfortable silence for a long whil It didn’t take long for Lucy to continue her normal banter as if nothing was wrong. Not long after, a doctor was walking into the room.
He greeted me and introduced himself as Dr. Oliver. I wasn’t sure if that was his first name or last name, but he seemed kind enough. He had chains hands, and he scanned it briefly before his gaze lifted to mine.
“Well, I have results for you, and I have good news. It’s not a stomach bug,” he told me. I let out a breath of relief. Thank goodness, because
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was no way would be able to Work with a stomach bug. Now, just need some medicine to fix whatever is wrong with me so I can get back to work.
“Great,” I said, my voice coming out breathy as I slid down from the table. “Just prescribe me something that’ll help, and I’ll be on my way.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that either,” he said, holding up his hand. “You may not be ill,
but that doesn’t mean there isn’t an underlying issue.”
I frowned, not sure what he meant.
“I don’t understand.”
“It might be hard to uphold your job in your current position,” he said, narrowing
his eyes at me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
“My position?” I asked, my voice coming out as barely a whisper.
He nodded.
“Yes,” he replied. “Your condition. Miss Montague… you’re pregnant.”