La Chenille (Prince Harry)

Chapter Three

Even though she felt deadly tired, she did not catch sleep whatsoever. Her mind was preoccupied with everything the doctor told her. Was it actual spotting or did she have her period? Of course she had noticed that her period had changed, she wasn't a fool, it was practically nothing but she knew her body had to adjust to its normal rhythm again.

The whole reason she started with anticonception was because she was very unregularly when she was a teen. That and the fact that she also had a boyfriend then. She'd been on the pill for more than twelve years straight, surely her body didn't magically form itself back in merely a month?

Getting pregnant was not something she expected so soon, she was certain it was a stomach bug. She didn't want to get her hopes up. She would be let down the moment Doctor Evans would stand in front of the doorstep with the right medication for the bacterial infection. She had been working so hard, it was normal that her immune system didn't co-operate anymore, mix that with the fact that she actually had a couple of hospital engagements, a place where there were so many bacteria and it had to be an infection, it had to be.

She turned in the bed once again, feeling the piece of toast still heavily laying on her stomach. She immediately straightened herself when she felt her stomach hiccup. Oh god, that toast was not a good idea. And that standing up so quickly wasn't either, she held on tight to her nightstand trying to make the dizziness go away and meantime holding in her stomach. She breathed in slowly, sweat dripping off her temple.

"Sweety?" She didn't even hear Harry's concerned voice through the dark. She noticed the darkness edging away, the small light on the nightstand turning on. "Hey, hey-" A hand rubbed her back gently as her head hung upon her shoulders, trying to get rid of the black spots forming in front of her eyes.

"Harry- I'm going to be sick." She managed to mumble, trying to hold in her stomach as best as possible. She felt him grab her left arm, throwing it around his neck, his other snaked across her waist.

"Lean on me." He requested, rushing her to the nearest bathroom. 

As soon as she saw the toilet, she crunched down to her knees in front of it, belching out her entire meal from last night. Her eyes watered from the physical effort, one tear slowly sinking down her cheek. She felt Harry rubbing her back smoothly and when she thought she actually didn't have the heart to throw up again, her stomach thought otherwise. "Oh god, this sucks, this sucks so bad." She groaned, not even caring that her cheek was flat on top of the toilet seat.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry." He whispered, "I'm going to fetch you a glass of water." He quickly ran out of the bathroom, returning as soon as possible. He placed it upon the sink and looked down at his wife in worry.

"This can't be happening right now. We're leaving in two days." She muttered, finally retrieving her head from the toilet seat, turning around to lean on the wall next to it, her legs spread out in front of her.

"Don't think about that just yet, okay? If it's necessary, I'll talk to my grandmother, she'll understand. Maybe father can ta-"

"No, no, no. We're going." Evee eagerly shook her head, not even wanting to think of the things the press would write if they didn't show up. "The doctor will be here in a few hours, he'll have the meds."

"Maybe I should cancel my meeting." Harry looked at her in worry, noticing the bags underneath her eyes were even worse than yesterday.

"No! No!" She shook her head, afraid that he was going to be home when the doctor would actually arrive. "It's a short meeting, I'll be fine. I'll place a bucket next to the bed." She tried standing up, her weak limbs not co-operating.