My protector

Weak

(RPOV)
Its been a few days since we have landed in Turkey. I honestly live it here, its been the most romantic and peaceful time of my life. Dimitri hasn't left my side which Im loving. All has been well... until today.
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I woke up next to my husband enjoying the beautiful sight before me. He looked so peaceful asleep in our bed. Then it happened. I thought we had overcame this.
I was sick. Throwing up all my insides. Feeling that burning sensation in my throat as my stomach struggled to produce enough sick. It was so painful. Dimitri hadn't woken up so I sat on the floor silently crying.
I dont know how long I was in the bathroom for but I do know I would vomit, cry, vomit, cry. It went in for what felt like forever. By the fourth round of tears Dimitri came in.
"God Roza, why didnt you shout me?" He said as he rushed to my side to embrace me into a hug.
"I-I didnt w-want to wake y-you," i said in between sobs.
"Whats wrong Love?" He asked wiping my tears.
"I-It hurts D-dimitri," I cry out. He went straight to panic mode.
"What Roza? What hurts?" He asked frantically. I just place a hand on my throat and on my stomach. Once he saw this I pointed to the toilet which had vomit in it. He gasped and picked me up bridal style as I cried into his chest.
The pain is too much. I feel like I cant breathe.
Next thing I knew we were in the car and Dimitri was driving at a extremely quickly. I kept having to close my eyes but everytime Dimitri would wake me up.
"Roza, stay awake, stay with me," he would cry. So I fought the weakness that tried to consume my body.
He raced me into the hospital screaming for help in the little Turkish I had taught him.
"Comrade it hurts," I whispered. I couldn't shout or scream in pain. The pain had gotten so bad I felt numb.
They quickly got me into an ultra sound to check my babies were okay.
"As soon as you pick up anything tell me please," I asked the midwife. She nodded and got to work. After a couple of extremely long seconds i heard it. The beating of two hearts. Oh thank god they are okay. She kept looking around my stomach.
"Çocuklarınıza zarar verecek bir şey göremiyorum ancak çürük kaburganız var ve karnınızı tekmeleye devam ediyorlar." She said wiping the goop off of my stomach. I sighed in relief that it wasn't serious. I had only notice she was speaking Turkish when Dimitri gave me a confused look.
"She can't see anything that will cause our children harm but I do have a bruised rib and they keep kicking my stomach." I translated for him. He also sighed in relief but then turned serious.
"How do we stop them from hurting you though?" He asked. I looked at the midwife she looked at the photos and measurements she took and said in english.
"They have grown quickly. They are the size of nine month pregnancy. You could give birth any day," I just looked at her wide eye. Im not sure Im ready for this. I mean I have the nursery already done and we gave everything we need but I need my doctor.
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We left the hospital after signing some paper work.
"We need to go back to the US Dimitri. I need to have Michelle there. I cant do it without my midwife." I said panicking. I refuse to have my babies in Turkey.
"Its okay Roza. We will fly tonight. Its risky but if thats what you want to do," he said rubbing my knee. I nodded and looked out of the window, hoping I will make it to America without going into labour.