Divergent High: Starting Over

Chapter 41

Tris's POV

I jolt out of bed as another wave of pain hits me. I run into my bathroom and throw up in the toilet. I groan, sit back for awhile, and then throw up again. This cycle keeps repeating over and over again. It looks like I'm not going to school. Again.

This has been happening for about a week now. I seriously have no idea what's wrong with me. I throw up in the morning, and then I'm nauseous most of the day. I guess I'm going to the doctor today. My mom told me yesterday that if I woke up again throwing up that she would take me to the doctor.

I hear my bedroom door open just as I start to throw up again. I feel a hand on my back, and I quickly look up to see Tobias. He holds my hair back while I continue to throw up. Eventually, I have almost everything out of my system. Tobias rubs my back, and I lay my head on him.

"So, I guess you're not going to school again?" he asks, and I nod my head.

"Are you going to the doctor?" he asks, and I nod my head again.

"Well. I hope that you're going to be ok. I hate seeing you like this," he says. "Anyway, I have to get to school. But I'll be back after school to see how everything is. Ok?"

"Ok," I say. He gently kisses my head and walks out of my room. I slowly get up off of the floor and crawl back into my bed. I close my eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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"Beatrice, sweetie. Wake up." I slowly open my eyes and groan. I see my mom sitting at the foot of my bed.

"Hey, Beatrice. You have to get up and get ready. We have to go to see the doctor," she says, and I nod my head. I slowly get up out of bed and go into my bathroom.

I get into the shower and wash my hair and body. I get out, dry off, and throw on some leggings and a t-shirt. I dry my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I grab my phone and walk downstairs to the kitchen.

"Are you ready?" Mom asks.

"Yes," I say, and we walk out to the car.

I climb into the passenger's side, and my mom drives off. After awhile, we end up at the doctor's office. We get out of the car and go inside. I sit in the waiting room while Mom checks me in. Then she joins me, and we wait for me to get called back. A woman comes out of a door.

"Tris Prior."

Mom and I get up and walk into the room with the woman. She goes through all of the ordinary first tests, and then she sits us down to ask us questions.

"Ok. So, what is happening?" she asks.

"Well. Umm. I wake up every morning with pain in my stomach, and I throw up. But only in the mornings. Then I'm fine the rest of the day. I just get a little nauseous every now and then. And I'm also craving weird things during the day too," I explain.

"Ok. So, how long has this been going on?"

"Umm. About a week now," I answer.

"And you said the pain and throwing up is just in the morning?"

"Yes."

She jots a bunch of stuff down on her notepad and then types something in her computer. After a few minutes, she looks up at us.

"Well. The throwing up and the pain and the nausea could be passed off as food poison or just something bad you ate. But since it's only happening in the morning, and you're having cravings, I would say that you're preganant," she tells me.