Making It Count (Titanic Rose fanfiction) part 1

Chapter 4

Roses pov

My head throbbed as I rose from my bed. I still don't feel to good. My tummy grumbled like an angry bear after hibernation wanting to get food. My ankles and legs ached like I was never going to support myself or get out of this bed. My body was still so tired. I don't know how I woke up this morning.

I got up went to the bathroom and washed my face to try and wake myself up. I was as white as a ghost and dizzy as drunk person. I then stumbled my way into the kitchen to find Caitlin waiting for me reading the newspaper. With my breakfast set out on the table for me.

"Hey", she said to me folding the newspaper, "the others left early to work", she filled me in as I sat down at the table, "I'm going to take you the doctors today. I've already called in sick for work. And... I think that you may need me"

"That's ok. I would love you to come with me", I said eating a spoonful of porridge at a time. I then finished and rinsed my plate off. And we went to the doctor.

* at the doctors surgery in the waiting room*

"Rose it's ok", Caitlin reassured me, "He's  just going to help you. He's going to run some tests, give you some medicine so you can get some sleep and not get hypothermia again. And you'll be good as new", then down the hall I heard the large banging of footsteps. They are like giants. And they were coming to take me next.

"Rose Dawson", the doctor called out. I then then straight away looked at Caitlin

" it's ok. Just go. Everything will be fine", she said as I was dragged away down the hall.

*in the doctors room*

I just sat there all nervous on his table while he was looking through some files.

"Now Rose. Their are a few tests I would like to do but first you need to tell me a few things"

"What's your birthday?"

"October 5th, 1895"

"Ok. When were you diagnosed with hyperaemia? Before or after the sinking of Titanic?"

"After"

"Have you been involved in any sexual activity in the last mouth or so?", I just sat there trying to find my words embarrassed of what he might think of me

"Ye...yes", I quietly respond

"Have you had any nightmares about Titanic? Or that are still recurring?"

I nodded, "yes", with my eyes starting to well with tears. Then the flood gates opened allowing little streams to flow down my face. He then shut up his book and walked to my side with a glass beaker in his hand.

"I want you to fill this this up with urine. It might help you to settle down a bit. And not think about your ordeal you went through", I then wiped my tears away and took the beaker and pee'd into it.

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I then came back a few minuets later and gave it to him

"Thank you Rose. I might get this ready for you, while we talk about what your seeing at night and why you can't get any sleep"

"So this is basically therapy?", I asked him

"No no no. We doctors are here to fix and help you out. And how we can make your body, soul and mind better and in a happier place", he explained to me.

"Well then why are you testing my urine then?", I asked him. Curious about how effects anything

"Well because it lets us know if you have been eating right. With the right amount of irons contained as well as many other things", he waffled on, "and to see if you are pregnant by any chance", I then froze