Savior

Chapter 14

I couldn't do this anymore. I had been constantly vomiting for the last ten minutes, and I couldn't even breathe. I've never had anything like this happen before, and I don't know what to think of it. Even when I was a kid and had the stomach flu it wasn't like this.

"Kell, baby, I think it's best if you just go lay down. I have the day off, so I can take care of you. Please let me take care of you," Vic whispered, grabbing my arm and urging me to go to the bedroom with him. He had been like this since the whole illness started, making sure I was as comfortable as possible while he ran around, gathering cold cloths and different pain medications for the cramps that constantly rolled through my stomach. The sickness wasn't that frequent; I only threw up during the morning and occasionally at night, but the cramps were constant. Probably because of how dehydrated I was.

"Sorry you have to deal with this," I said, voice raspy from the past few days' events.

"No, no don't be sorry. I don't mind taking care of you. I actually kind of like it," he told me, smiling softly and looking back down at what he was doing.

"I know, but you shouldn't have to take care of me like this. I wonder if I should go to the doctor, actually," I wonder aloud.

Vic takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and using his other hand to wipe my forehead with a damp cloth.

"Only if you want to. I would like for you to, but I don't want to make you do anything," he tells me, bringing my clammy hand up to his and kissing the center of it.

"Can you make an appointment? I want to go in as soon as possible." Vic nods, kissing my hand once again before leaving my side for a moment and going to get his phone.

While Vic is gone, I ponder the past events that could have triggered this. I was fine a week and a half ago when Vic and I had sex. I was fine when we went out to eat the other night. Maybe I got something from the restaurant. It was a sushi place, so the probability of me getting food poisoning from the restaurant was high.

"Kell, I got the appointment booked. It's not for another two hours, so why don't you sleep a little bit," Vic suggested, peaking his head into the door a bit.

"Only if you come lay with me," I tell him cheekily, biting back a cheesy smile that threatens to show.

Vic comes and lays by me, taking his shoes off and pulling the covers up, sending a shiver through my body. He allows me to cuddle into him a bit, him lying on his back while I curl into his side.

"You feel awfully warm."

"I know. This whole sick thing is weird. It's like, I'm throwing up and I have the chills and cramps and stuff, but my temperature is still the same. I don't know what's going on in my body anymore, to be honest," I sigh, cuddling into him a little closer.

"That's okay. We'll get you all settled in a little bit. Just rest for now." Before Vic can even finish his sentence, I feel myself drifting off into my first peaceful sleep.

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I wake up to the sound of an alarm and a churning feeling in my stomach. Quickly, I grab the bucket from beside the bed, emptying my stomach for what seems like the thousandth time this week.

"Ah, you're awake. Sorry I didn't stay in bed with you; I had to get a few things done before we went to the office," Vic explained.

"'Tis quite alright. I'm just ready to find out what's going on. I'm so sick of being sick," I whine, climbing out of the bed and slipping on my shoes.

"You ready?" Vic asks.

"Yep," I mutter, slowly creeping down the steps and into the car.

The ride is pretty normal, Vic staying focused on the road while the radio plays in the background. I try not to think about much, seeing as I really do not want to make myself any sicker than I already feel.

"Kell, we're here," Vic tells me, nudging my side. I had spaced out on the whole ride up, apparently.

The hospital is the same as it was when we came to visit Mike. Nurses ran around, holding charts and stethoscopes.

"Yeah, we have an appointment for Kellin Bostwick," Vic tells the receptionist when we get to the correct section of the hospital.

"Yes, the doctor is waiting for you. Right this way," the nurse mutters, leading us over to a long hallway with white doors on either side. "Here you are," she tells us, opening the door to a room numbered B182.

When Vic and I walk in, we see a small woman standing with a white lab coat on and a content smile on her face. So, Vic can arrange for the doctor to wait for us. Cute.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Mesa. I will be helping you out today," She tells us, reaching her shaking both of our hands.

Vic and I introduce ourselves, then Doctor Mesa gets to work, asking what the problem is.

"I've been throwing up a lot. Mostly in the morning time. I have some cramps that run through my abdomen, and I also have been sweaty. I don't really even know what's going on. I went to a sushi restaurant with Vic a few days ago, so I guess that could be it," I say, slouching a bit.

"I'll run some tests and see. I don't think this is food poisoning because it would be more severe. Mr. Fuentes, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to ask Kellin some questions in private," Doctor Mesa said, signaling Vic to leave the room.

"Of course," he said, excusing himself and leaving the room.

"Okay, Kellin, so how long have you been feeling like this?"

"About two or three days," I answer.

"You said the throwing up is only in the morning?" She asks. I nod my head.

"Yeah, I don't really know why, though," I say, scrunching my eyebrows and shaking my head.

"Is Vic your boyfriend?" she wonders.

"Yes."

"Are you sexually active, and if so, when was the last time you had sex?" Doctor Mesa asks bluntly, almost making me choke on my spit.

"Uh, yeah. We had sex like a week ago, why? I don't have an STD, do I?" I ask, panicking a little.

"No, no! I'll have to take some tests, but I think you may very well be pregnant," the doctor sighs, looking back down at the chart.

"Excuse me?" I blurt, stunned.

"I think you may be pregnant. I would like for you to take these tests home, then call me if you have any questions. If you need anything, or any advice on how to tell Vic, call me. I know how hard this may be for you to understand, but you will get through it. By the way, you can call me Amy," She smiles, handing me a little box and a card.

"Oh- uh, okay. What do I tell Vic?" I wonder.

"Just tell him you have a stomach flu that has to cure itself. Unless you want to tell him about the possible pregnancy, which, by the question you asked, I assume you do not."

"Yeah, I'd rather not. Anyway, thanks, Amy," I say, waving goodbye as I walk out the room.

"Everything okay?" Vic asks right when I cross the threshold of the door.

"Just the stomach flu. There's nothing she can do for it," I answer simply, internally freaking out for what's to come.

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