The Swift-Styles Family (Book II)

7 - The News

Taylor's POV

' Harry can you help me and grab my phone please? ', I call out, gripping the sink's end tightly. I have thrown up almost five times today. I'm blaming Tessa for everything because she dared me to eat the leftover chicken pie which had a green spot on it. She assured me that it was just a mark they put to note that green means it's a chicken pie. Why did I believe her? It must've actually been a mold.

' Here ', Harry passes my phone then stands behind me.

' Still throwing up? ', he asks. I just shake my head and am about to tell him I'm alright when I throw up again. It's green coloured and just basically the most disgusting puke I've ever seen.

' Let's go to the clinic. Please, honey? ', he rubs my back, easing my nausea a little. I finally agree since I cannot take it anymore.

' It's all your fault ', I roll my eyes at Tessa as soon as I get to the living room. She grins.

' You probably just have a weak stomach! I ate some too, okay. But look at me, I'm perfectly fine ', she says, patting her flat stomach.

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' Ms. Swift? ', calls the nurse from a room. Harry and I walk towards the room, with me feeling very nauseous and weak.
Both of us sit down across the doctor.

' Okay, so what's wrong? ', the doctor asks. I look at Harry and Harry looks at me.

' We- we challenged each other to eat a spoiled chicken pie and now I can't stop throwing up ', I confess. The doctor lets out a small laugh.

' The world nowadays, if it ain't full of daredevils already ', he adds on, grabbing a few sticky notes and sticking them onto my report file.

' Do you feel sore in any particular area? Your mid chest or your stomach? ', he asks. I really don't know what to reply because I guess my whole body is sore. He orders me to sit on the examination table and then he takes out his stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat.

' Deep breaths ', he says. A nurse leans onto my side and strap a blood pressure checker onto my arm.

After a while he stops and the nurse says something to him. He nods and the nurse leaves. ' You have low blood pressure here. Very low, indeed. I'm afraid we need to do a urine test ', he explains. I look at him weirdly.

' But I'm having food poisoning here. Why do you need to do a urine test? It doesn't make any sense? ', I question him. I'm about to ask more but Harry holds my arm.

' Honey, just do it. He's the doctor ', he says. I sigh. The doctor then gives me a small bag to put my urine in. I go to the nearest toilet and do what has to be done.

I pass the bag to the nurse then the doctor asks me to lie down on the leather-covered examination table again so that he can take a look at my stomach since I told him I think there's a little bit of a swelling.

He puts on a cool gel on my stomach then grab a roller. He's doing an ultrasound. Now I get it.

Before he can start checking my stomach, the nurse comes back in and tells him something that I can't hear. The doctor seems a little bit shocked but then smiles. He turns back to me and begins checking my stomach.

' I'm afraid there's a bit of a growth in here ', he trails down the roller until it's at my waistline level.

Harry grips my hand tightly. ' Is it tumor? ', my voice comes out very soft, I think the doctor just might not hear it. His eyebrows link together as he looks at me.

' No, no, it's not that! ', he chuckles a little then prints what he just scanned.

' It's a little hard to see it, but, congratulations both of you ', he smiles, passing me the printed ultrasound. I sit up straight and look it.