Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I am saying it once more, but there was someone on twitter who sent me three covers right off the bat and the chat is gone. If you are that person, get them into me again IMMEDIATELY by August 10th or I will skip you and give the placements for the only two other people who submitted. Now, everyone has some questions regarding a few certain chapters, so I'm going to let you know that everything will be answered very soon.

I've woken up needing to throw up for the past week. Something was up. So I spoke to one of the medics and she had no answer, but referenced me a doctor that might help me. Namjoon went with me out of concern. At least I think so.

"So how long have you been waking up sick?" The doctor asked.

"A week, give or take."

"And you're not sick or on any medication?"

"Other than the heat suppressants and scent blockers, no. And I'm not running a fever or showing any other sickness. It goes away after just throwing up in the morning."

"Hmm," he nodded, taking notes. "Okay, how long ago was your last heat?"

"Um, maybe three or four weeks ago?"

"So it's safe to say around a month."

"Yeah."

"And you helped him?" He asked Namjoon, who was in the room with me.

"Yes."

He nodded and took a few more notes before standing up and going to a cabinet in the office.

"This may be a stretch, but it's the only thing I can come up with. However, we don't know for sure until the results come back."

He handed me a box, me reading the text on it.

"This is a pregnancy test," I pointed out, frowning and looking back up at him.

"You've said you've had mood swings, morning sickness, and feeling tired a lot lately. This is most likely why. The bathroom's across the hall."

I got up, still frowning at the box.

Namjoon's POV:

He's not going to accept it if it's positive.

"Mr. Kim?" The doctor asked when the door shut. I looked back at him, releasing my lip from the biting I was doing and tried stilling my leg bouncing. "How long ago was your rut? Or how long ago was it supposed to be?"

"It was supposed to be two days before his heat finished. And it was supposed to finish a week after that."

"I see," he replied, taking more notes. "And did you knot Mr. Kim during his heat?"

I swallowed dryly and felt my leg bouncing again.

"I did."