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Stupid Riddles part 2

Oswald POV, continued

I open my eyes to another rare sunny gotham summer day. I stare out at the gotham skyline for a moment before rolling over, fully expecting to find my beautiful boyfriend Riddler by my side. But when I roll over, his side of the bed is empty. I can hear arguing outside in the living room.

"He's been so happy these past few weeks, and now you're gonna turn around and say you hate him and leave?!"

"He had my girlfriend killed! I would never love him, not even if my life depended on it!"

That's not Riddler. That's Edward. That gorgeous, smart-ass, hateful bitch. I should have known he would take over right when things were getting good with me and Riddler.

I hear the front door slam and angry footsteps rushing down the stairs. Suddenly my stomach is in knots. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I run for the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet. I threw up again and again and again. Great. Just great. My boyfriend's alternate identity took over and left me, and now I'm sick on top of it.

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"I really think you should talk to a doctor. You've been throwing up for a week." Ivy insists.

"I don't need a doctor." I say weakly as another painful cramp seizes my abdomen.

"Are you sure?" Ivy says, giving me that look.

"Ugh, Fine." I concede. It just hurts too damn much to ignore.

"Okay, I'll call a doctor." Ivy says, turning on her heel and walking out of my bedroom.

I lean my head back, staring at the ceiling. I can practically still hear Riddler whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Tears spring to my eyes as the memories come rushing back. I miss him, I need him. I love him.

About half an hour later, Ivy walks into my room with a tall blonde woman in a labcoat.

"Hello, Mr Cobblepot, I'm Dr Hamilton. Ivy here tells me you've been ill. Stomach cramps, nausea."

"Yeah. It's been going on for about a week now." I say shakily, sitting up slowly.

"Hmm. Any dizziness, fatigue?" She asks, sitting down in the chair beside my bed.

"Uhh, yeah. All of that. Why exactly?" I ask anxiously.

"Have you noticed any bloating or strange firmness in your abdomen?"

"I don't know. Could you please just tell me what's wrong?" I say quietly. God, I hate doctors. All of them are awful.

Dr Hamilton stands up and gently touches my abdomen, pressing lightly. Oh no... could it be cancer?...

"I think I know what's going on. But I'll need to take some blood just to be sure." She says, turning around and digging around in her bag. She turns back around with a vial and syringe. She rolls up my sleeve and I squeeze my eyes shut as she puts the needle in my arm. I hate needles. Hate them.

"Okay. All done. I'm going to take the sample to the lab and run some tests. I'll be back when I have the results." She says politely, walking away.

"Didn't know you hated needles." Ivy says warmly, slightly amused.

"They're the one thing that freaks me out. Well, besides Edward." I say quietly, trying to add a little levity but failing miserably.

"He's a wackjob. That's for sure." Ivy says quietly, rolling her eyes. I can't help the stab of regret in my heart. Oh, if I had just not gone to that Pier, none of this additional heartbreak would have happened. I wouldn't have been weak, I wouldn't have given in to him, I wouldn't have fucked him in that damned car. I wouldn't be this broken all over again, damn it.