Am I Married?

35. Embarrassed and Hurt

"Honey, I'm not going to let them put that needle in me." The loud, female yelling caused me to open my eyes slowly.

I blinked few times to get back to my senses completely. The strong smell of medicines touched my nostrils. Astonishment trickled through me. I sat up quickly and looked around. I was in the emergency room of the hospital.

"Baby, it's just the small needle. It's not going to kill you." A male voice caught my attention.

I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. Two nurses were standing near a female patient's bed. One of them was holding a syringe. The patient seemed to be around in her mid-twenties and the man who was standing at the other side of her bed was probably her husband. The female was yelling quite loudly on the nurses, catching attention of other patients in the ward.

"Don't you know I'm scared of syringe?" She hollered, glaring at her husband.

Her husband moved his gaze around, looking embarrassed, "Stop it, please. Everyone is looking at us. Just let them do their job."

I groaned in disbelief, getting irritated with the noise. She was acting like a three-year old. Even children these days are not scared of the syringe. Kids at my foster home were so strong that some of them didn't even cry during their essential vaccinations.

"No. Just take me from here. I'll be fine with the medicines." She remained persistent.

Some of the patients were finding the sight entertaining. They were giggling and laughing at her. If I would be in a good mood, I would have joined them. But right now, her hollers were hurting my ears.

Her husband shook his head in annoyance, "I'm sorry, honey, but you've left no option for me."

"Do it... I'll help you." He gave his approval to the nurses.

The woman screamed at the top of her voice. Nurse pushed her back on the bed and held both of her arms. Her husband held her legs. The other nurse started rolling up woman's shirt's sleeve. As the nurse put the syringe in her arm, her screams got louder and I can bet all of the hospital would've heard her.

Once the nurse was done, she became silent, but after yelling swear words to her husband and the nurses. My annoyance increased. Who brought me to that low-graded hospital?

Someone cleared his throat, just beside my bed, "Hello, Miss Frances."

I moved my head in other side and saw a middle-aged doctor, "Yes?"

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm feeling...er..better." I answered remembering that my dizziness had disappeared. I could now breathe normally.

"Your current state is indicating that you're not eating properly and taking a lot of stress."

"Yeah, because of the nausea." Finally, the ward fell into silence. I could only hear faint sounds of people talking and that was bearable. That female patient was quietly laying on her bed.

"Miss Frances, you can't stop eating even if you're feeling this way. Nausea is the very common symptom."

Symptom? Symptom of what?

"Remember that, you think that you might vomit after eating, but that's not going to happen every time. It's just a mere feeling." He continued, "Your blood pressure was a bit high. You need to take a lot of rest for the remaining months and eat a lot. Don't act carelessly – it's not good for the baby."

"Baby? What do you mean?" I stared at the doctor as if he was speaking in foreign language.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "Aren't you aware? You're five and half weeks pregnant, kid. I've done your blood test and the result is positive."