Part: 7

Zinnia POV:

As we got in the car, my nerves made me feel very nauseous, while my mind raced through many possibilities of what could be wrong with me. I stared out the window, anxiously biting my lip when I saw someone familiar. Unfortunately I couldn’t see them properly but they somehow reminded me of my husband. Chuckling to myself, I guess doppelgängers do exist.

“What’s so funny?” My husband asked.

I turned to him and shook my head. “Nothing, just a silly thought.”

He giggled. “What? What is it, you’ve piqued my curiosity.”

“Piqued?” I laughed “Since when did you start upping your vocabulary?”

He held a hand to his chest as if to show how hurt he was. “Are you calling me unsmart?”

“Unsmart?” I laughed even harder “That’s not even a word!”

Our laughter died down and he quickly glanced in my direction. “I’m glad to see that beautiful smile of yours.” He said. I grinned and playfully hit his arm, thankful for the change in atmosphere.

Grabbing his hand, I gently massaged little circles on the back of it, lost in thought of what I had seen just a few moment ago. “You know…” I said, trying to think of a way to say this without sounding crazy. “It was weird… that person I saw back there… looked a lot like you.” His hand tensed up for a second before relaxing back into mines. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” I asked, glancing up at him curiously. Studying his handsome features, I tried reading his expression to see if I could understand why he had reacted like that.

“Nothing.” He mumbled. Getting a bit agitated and tired of being left in the dark, I opened my mouth to say something when he cut me off. “Let’s head inside, we’re here.”

Annoyed, yet distracted by my nerves clawing it’s way up into my veins and giving me anxiety as I stood in front of the hospital. A warm and gentle hand grabbed mines and I squeezed them back. He was just as worried as I was but tried to contain it in order to keep me calm and I appreciated that, for I wouldn’t have known what to do if he wasn’t here beside me. We walked in and waited the long dreadful wait to see a doctor. When one finally came, we followed closely behind and sat in the treatment room. She asked me questions about my symptoms and I answered honestly. “I had lost time and when I came to, my husband said that I was acting strange for an entire week.” I shook my head fearfully “But the last thing I remember, was watching a movie.” She nodded as she listened to me and to my husband. When he explained his side of the story and what he saw, I felt my heart fill up with dread.

They took some blood samples and then I laid down to do an ultrasound. “That’s…” she furrowed her brows and continued to rub the machine across my belly.

“What’s wrong?” My husband questioned, saying aloud what I was about to ask.

“Ummm…Well…. You’re baby looks as if it hasn’t grown.” She said with a worried expression. When she saw the look on our faces, she hurriedly tried to comfort us. “But it’s probably nothing, it’s only the first trimester, so don’t worry too much.”

I turned to Viaje, he had a weird expression on his face before it quickly disappeared. Not long after, they sent us out into the waiting room to wait for the blood results.

When the doctor came up to us, she looked genuinely concerned. “Ma’am we would like to keep you here under observation.”

“Why?” Viaje asked, sounding almost angry. The doctor remained silent for a minute, trying to think of a way to lay out the information to us. “Just say it.” Viaje snapped. “We are adults, we can handle any news just fine, so just tell it to us straight.” I touched his shoulder, trying to get him to calm down. Why is he so snappy? I wondered.

The doctor nodded her head, seemingly unbothered by his emotional response. “The oxygen in her blood is very low, dangerously low.” She said as if hinting at something.

We both caught on and Viaje wanted her to clarify exactly what she had meant, without sugar coated words. “And what exactly are you implying?”

The doctor sighed “We can’t say for sure… but we want to keep an eye on her, especially with her oxygen levels so low… it’s an abnormality and since she is pregnant…”

Viaje cut her off quickly. “Please don’t sugar coat doctor… are you telling me that she~ heh…” He chuckled sarcastically “…she could be dying?”

The doctor sighed and looked at the both of us seriously. “Yes.”