Set in Princeton, New Jersey, the best medical research is studied and performed at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. And there is one doctor in particular who brings fame to the hospital-Dr. Gregory House.
Recently graduated medical stud...
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It had been about a week and half since Madelyn had seen the man she loved hold a baby.
The image of him was forever engraved in her mind: the way his big hands supported the tiny human, and how his blue eyes sparkled when he figured out how to save its life. In the several months that Madelyn had known House, she'd never thought he'd be good with children. In fact, she couldn't picture him as a father, but now she had to.
In the last week, Madelyn kept up a regular exercise routine as she liked how it both served as a distraction and an stress-reliever. On the unhealthier side, she started drinking four or five cups of coffee a day which was equal between her time spent at work and at home. She defended her choice by saying it kept her alert for her job, but her colleagues thought it was suspicious, particularly Foreman.
This morning, Madelyn had finally given into Foreman's suspicion; they had scheduled a sonogram for her during the time where House had his semi-annual meeting with his parole officer. Foreman was the only one that knew anything about her situation, and Madelyn wanted to keep it that way.
"Okay, I'm here." Madelyn announced herself to Foreman who was sterilizing the equipment in the clinic examination room.
"And you brought another Venti coffee I see." Foreman critiqued, wiping down the transducer.
Madelyn rolled her eyes a little, playfully, and responded,
"We don't even know if I'm pregnant. Plus, I always drink coffee, that's not changing." She was trying hard to keep her spirits up, and refrain from ruminating over something that might not be true.
"Well, consider limiting your intake regardless of whether you're pregnant or not." Foreman chuckled.
Madelyn reluctantly climbed on top of the examination chair and tilted it back. She felt her hands wobble, and her skin turn to ice. Foreman noticed how nervous she looked,
"I know it's scary. But not knowing is worse." Foreman tried to assuage her nerves. Madelyn nodded a little, wholeheartedly wanting to believe his words. She took a few deep breaths. "You're sure you want me to do this?" Foreman asked.
"Yes, I want you to do this." she confirmed with a steady voice that didn't at all align with how she felt inside.
"Okay, lay all the way back and lift your shirt for me." Foreman told her with a smile.
He turned the monitor on before applying the gel to her bare stomach.
Madelyn grimaced, "I didn't expect it to be that cold."
"Sorry." Foreman laughed. Madelyn reached for her friend's hand, to which he held it comfortingly. "Okay, just give me a moment." Foreman mumbled under his breath, his eyes scanning the screen patiently analyzing the picture of her uterus.
"Anything?" Madelyn whispered with hesitance in her voice.
She saw Foreman turn to look at her; she was facing away from the monitor.
