U N E X P E C T E D

E I G H T E E N

July

Three weeks later...

Harry tried not cringe as he held Cata's hair while she emptied her stomach in the toilet of their en-suite. He tried not to gag as he bloated his cheeks. He's honestly never had to deal with her being like this. His phobia was not pleasant to this day, but he was trying to make the exception for his wife.

Catalina sat back on her bum after she was finished. She panted, trying not to cry. It was rare that she got sick, and when she did, she hated it. She internally started to panic while Harry worried more about her being sick.

"Do you want some water?"

"No, I'm fine," she cleared her throat.

"Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?"

"Of course. It's probably just a stomach bug," she promised him.

"I'm taking you to the ER, this is the third day in a row you've thrown up. You're obviously ill."

"No, it'll go away."

"C'mon," he lightly demands, helping her off the floor. Catalina glared at him, but he honestly didn't care. "We're going."

At the hospital, they sat in the waiting room. Catalina felt extremely nervous for some reason, her mind not shutting off. Harry sat beside her holding her hand to reassure her. "Do you feel better?"

"Mhm," she nods her head against his shoulder, eyes closed. "I don't feel like I'm going to be sick. I just feel incredibly tired."

"Catalina Flores-Styles?"

They both turned their heads to look over at the nurse that called her name. Harry quickly stands up, helping her do so. They're lead towards a room, the lady telling Cata to sit on the chair as she takes her blood pressure. She then lets her know that the doctor will attend to her as soon as he's done with another patient.

As they waited, Catalina's leg wouldn't stop bouncing up and down as she sat. "I'm hungry," she said suddenly.

Harry looked up from his phone, putting it in the pocket of his joggers. "You're hungry? Babe, you ate an hour ago..." he trailed off.

"Yeah, but, I'm hungry now. I kind of want pizza and strawberries."

"Pizza and strawberries?" he frowned at her.

There's a knock on the door before the doctor pops in. "Hello," he smiled at the couple, "I'm Doctor Maslow. So, Catalina, it says here that you've been constantly sick these past few days?"

"Yeah, it sort of just comes and goes," she describes.

"Does it happen under any circumstances or is it particularly after you eat something?"

"Um, yeah— it happens randomly."

The doctor nods as he listens to her. "Do you feel any pain, anywhere?"

"I feel pain in my lower abdomen, and my breasts hurt a lot too."

"Okay. When was your last menstrual cycle?"

"I—" Catalina paused as she felt a lump in her throat. Come to think of it, her last period was a little while ago. Harry is silent as he watches. "I think it was a little over a month ago. Now that I think about it, I didn't get my period last month."