yes, i know, i'm terrible at posting on time.
well, here it finally is:

IC:

My doctor was scheduled to visit tomorrow, so we waited until then. When my doctor arrived, she and I went into my room and closed the door for privacy. I knew that Sam was awaiting nervously in the floor below us.

“How have you been since my visit last week?” she asked in her sickeningly sweet voice. I was sitting on my bed, hugging my pillow shyly.

“Better,” I answered. Her eyebrows raised in interest, so I elaborated.

“I’ve been eating meat and bread and stuff, and I’ve picked up sword fighting again.”

She smiled. “That’s wonderful, Eevee!” she said.

She proceeded the session with taking my measurements, height, weight, and whatnot. She wrote it all down in her notebook, as always.

Afterward, she said, “It looks like you’re getting better, Eevee. That’s wonderful.” she smiled happily at me. It had been weeks, and I was finally showing improvement. However, I did not mirror the feeling, and she could tell something was wrong.

“Is there anything else?” she asked. We were sitting on my bed again.

“Yeah, there is,” I said, hugging my pillow once more, “I’ve been I’ll lately as well.”

She looked puzzled. She knew as well as I did that I was showing signs of getting better. There was no apparent reason for me to be sick.

“Well, I’ll do some more tests and see if I can’t find out the cause,” she said reassuringly.

She presumed to do some tests, though I couldn’t make odds or ends of them. When she was done, she said, “I’ll call you with the results in a day or so.” And with that, we left my room. She talked to Sam, as she always did, as if he were my resident guardian and I a child, before leaving. By the way Sam looked at me when she left, I knew he was nervous about the test results soon-to-come. I couldn’t blame him. Waiting was the worst.

The next day and the day after were, tense. We tried to keep our schedule as normal as possible. I was sick a few times, but overall we stuck to our normal daily life.

At the end of the second day, we finally got a call. I was the first to pick it up, but Sam was next to me, watching my face for any reaction to the doctor’s news.

And when she told me the results, my already pale face went stark white.

“What is it?” Sam asked frantically, “What did she say was wrong?”

The phone slipped out of my hand and clattered on the ground. Finally, I was able to utter the words,

“I’m pregnant.”

Sheer terror filled my body, and finally it was too much. I passed out, unable to comprehend the news.