ASAPBaby

Drama With The Expectant Papa

Greg's POV:
"Greg, STOP LOOKING AT ME AS IF IM ABOUT TO DIE" Mitch snapped.
"But... you have to be careful honey! We don't want you to strain yourself! Remember what Dr.-"
"GREG! I'm walking down the stairs, I'm not going to drop dead!" Mitch snapped again.
Ever since Dr.McCarthy had told us that Mitch was automatically a high risk pregnancy, being a carrier, the entire ASAPSCIENCE team was a bit on edge.
Mitch was now 9 weeks and 5 days pregnant, and was a bit grouchy due to his realigning hips.
"You guys are treating me as if I'm so delicate! I'm not! Most people wait until the 37th week  before they drive their pregnant partner up the wall with all the "careful-delicate treatment".
Mitch turned away from me and walked down the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the steps, Mitch hissed in pain.
I was down by his side in a heart beat.
"Mitch! Stay with me! Don't die!"
"GREGORY! My hips just hurt okay??!??!?" Mitch snapped, "it's NOTHING!"
Mitch walked into our work space, Sel, Rachel and Jess were busy on their computers. When Mitch sighed and rubbed his hips, leaning on the doorway,  all eyes were on him. 
"You okay Mitch?" Sel asked, concerned.
"Yeah, just these dumb hips." Mitch replied, moving to his desk.
If I was in Mitch's position I'd be mad too about being treated like I was gonna break any second, but Dr. McCarthy SAID that Mitch was automatically a high risk case. So it's not like we were being overly cautious with Mitch for no good reason, I justified to myself.
Mitch in that moment jumped up, catching the attention of everyone again, and ran from the room. His force sent his swivel chair spiralling into Sel's desk,
"Hey!" Sel exclaimed, steadying her computer from the impact. Mitch ran past me, still in the doorway, to once again heave the contents of his stomach into the nearest toilet.
I sighed, and went after Mitch.
It was awkward as I kneeled over Mitch vomiting, rubbing his back, but I didn't know what else to do. Mitch turned to me as he flushed the toilet. He glared me down unsympathetically, sending me the message
"YOU did this to me! And don't you forget that!" I gave him a sympathetic look, feeling bad. Mitch went to wash up, while I returned to work. Suddenly I heard a yell and a heavy thud, and then hissing and heavy breathing. The ASAP team and I sprinted from our desks through the corridors to find Mitch fast.
In one of the corridors I found Mitch curled up in the foetal position,  writhing in pain. Sel whipped her phone out to call 911, as I jumped to be at Mitch's side on the ground.

Mitch's POV: When Dr. McCarthy had told me that my hips were going to move to accommodate the pregnancy, she had described it as being like growing pains... this was so much worse.  As I was walking the corridor I was overcome with extreme pain. I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew, I was waking up. Greg was sitting next to me looking down. Machines were beeping and buzzing.
I tried to speak but nothing came out, and then everything went black again.

When I woke up again, machines were  beeping and buzzing like the first time, a nurse was writing on a clipboard about a meter from me...

I had tubes on my face... nose tubes.
"What happened?" I managed weakly,
" You fainted from pain while your hips were moving" Greg answered, out of sight.  I weakly turned my head to get a glimpse of him. Greg was already walking across the room to be at my bed side.  Greg's eyes were red and swollen, from crying,  his face was worried and distraught. His face was so far away from his usually carefree  demeanour and happy facial expression.  At this point, I wasn't thinking and I gasped out worried
"Babe, are you okay?!?!?? Are you hurt?"
Greg smiled a bit for a heartbeat, finding my selflessness in this situation a bit humorous,
"I'm fine Mitch, it's you I'm worried about" Greg said softly, grasped my hand.

I spent two nights in the hospital. I needed to replenish fluids and receive anti-nausea medicine. 
When I was discharged, Greg drove me home. The next day he refused to let me go to work.
"Babe we got this! You need to stay home and let your body recuperate." Greg said,
"But-"
"What? You don't trust us to do our work well without your supervision?" Greg asked teasingly,
"No, it's just that I don't want to let this get in the way of me working," I replied.
"Call me if you need anything," Greg said headed towards the door and getting his backpack on, "oh and you'd better be still on the couch when I get home".  Greg slammed the door behind him.