Love Sick

Blurry

Teresa

Four Weeks Later

Evan had taken my request to the extreme and had refused to tell Eva at all about her father's involvement with the gang. My mind had been blurry about it since her wedding, but recently the horrid nausea had been keeping me distracted.

I inhaled deeply and watched the medical tray shake in my hands as I walked with it towards the married surgeons who were vigorously working to save the dying girl on the table.

"Gator attack. Lots of blood loss." Eva reported, I nodded and began to assist, stepping forward. As I moved closer the sight of the blood began to make my stomach churn.

"Teresa?" I heard Chris call, but I was already darting out of the room, flinging my gloves into the bin before rushing towards the nearest bathroom.

I hastily tore my mask off and retched whatever water I had managed to choke down in the morning. My muscles twisted painfully as they worked to void any contents of my stomach into the toilet, making air unable to get through either.

I managed to catch my breath and sink down in the stall, my heart beating a mile a minute as my thoughts began to drift to what I had done, and how my entire being regretted it.

...

Eva

I diligently worked and looked up at my husband, dark circles surrounding his eyes as he tied off the artery.

"Okay, she's stable enough for surgery, Proctor wants to be on that one because we have a consultation with that girl who's uterus you had to shove back into her body." He debriefed as he exited the trauma unit, turning the water on for me, sliding a bar of soap in my direction.

"Why do you think it's not happening?" I demanded, causing him to calmly set the bar of soap down and sigh at my blunt remark.

"Because it's been a month, and we said that it'll happen when it's meant to, and that we've only been married for a month. This is our time to spend as a couple, to go on those fun vacations, to take a honeymoon! To have fun when we aren't saving lives!" He exclaimed, trying to reason with me, but I just pressed my lashes together and tried to fight back the tears that I could feel building.

"Hey." I heard him begin, feeling his calloused hands on my crossed arms, pulling me close to him. "You are going to be a wonderful mom, it will happen, I know it." He whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead, I slowly opened my eyes and met them with his sea blue ones, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Why is this bothering you so much?" He questioned, making my gut twist at my reasoning, one that I had no interest in getting in to at work. "That's a story for later." I explained, taking his hand to lead him up to the second floor where our offices were.

I sighed and the hollow pit in my chest felt heavier as I thought of meeting with the two teenagers whom I had blown off twice due to my own personal needs.

"Emily, Alyssa, come inside." I managed, plastering a false smile on my face before squeezing my husband's hand and leading them inside. "Dr. Zambrano, thanks for meeting with me." Emily sighed, her voice heavy with fatigue and sadness.

"Of course, hows little Evan?" I asked, settling into my chair comfortably, but by the way her face dropped, I knew what came next would be hard for her to articulate.

"My parents threw me out when I gave birth to Evan, you know that, Alyssa and her family has been so great with helping me, but then they found out that I was...well, they found out that I was lesbian." She began, her words catching in her throat, tears now gathering in her eyes, Alyssa exhaled slowly and gripped her hand in support, allowing her to nod and sniffle.