Peter was always worrying about her. She exerted herself too much. And now that she was carrying his child, carrying a life, he wanted to be sure that no harm came to her or the baby.
Everywhere she walked he would watch, anytime she would almost trip he would be there to catch her. He would protect her every step of the way, because she always seemed to find herself in trouble and always got hurt in one way or another. And he would not stand for so much as a scratch on her pale freckled skin. She was too precious now that she was pregnant. He couldn't bear to let any harm come to her, even if it was a small paper cut.
But he couldn't prevent the harm within her. Only physical harm. Olivia was scared for her child. Just a few mere weeks ago, she had made the whole FBI agency office's electrical system power down. She knew that there was still Cortexiphan in her system. And she was afraid of what it would do to her baby. And so was Peter.
Olivia had discussed this with Peter and they both agreed to let Walter test her. They hadn't shared their exciting news with anyone yet, preferring to keep it a secret until she reached the end of her first trimester. But as more time passed, the more and more they worried. The more she stressed about it, the more scared she got, and when Olivia gets scared and fears for the people she loves, the more powers she seems to display with Cortexiphan.
Finally, they couldn't keep it a secret anymore. She was at nine weeks and things were only getting worse. The night before had brought them both quite a bit of scares. What had started with a simple nightmare, had ended with a rather violent earthquake.
She was asleep with Peter in bed. Peter turned over in his sleep to feel something wet around Olivia. He turned on the lamp beside his side of the bed. A huge puddle of light pink fluid revealed itself around Olivia's lower half. In a rush of panic he tried to wake her. Olivia woke up right away. She could see the worry written all over his face but could not understand why. She couldn't hear anything. She thought she had gone deaf. It wasn't until she sat up and looked at the sheets underneath her that she started to understand what was going on. She started to panic too. She could see Peter quickly getting out of bed and putting on some clothes. He dialed 9-1-1 and spoke fast. She saw fear and anxiety in his body language.
She was getting really sleepy and felt very light headed. Soon a wave of cramps took over her and she fell into unconsciousness. Blackness.
She had woken up with a start; her heart had sunk deep into her chest. She was gasping for air. Causing Peter to wake up suddenly and look at her with worried eyes.
"Olivia, what happened? Are you ok?" he asked in a frantic anxiousness.
Just then, the whole apartment had started shaking and the lights started flickering violently.
"Are- Are you doing that?" He yelled in mortal fear over all the movement going on around them.
"I-I don't know!" She yelled back wide-eyed, paralyzed with fear.
Peter quickly got out of bed and sped over to Olivia. He tried to get her out of the bed, but she wouldn't budge. She couldn't move.
Peter quickly ran over to the next room, opened the front door, grabbed a jacket, and ran back to Olivia. He put the coat over her shoulders, not bothering to argue with her limp body, picked her up swiftly and carried her out the front door, down the stairs, and outside in the bitter spring cold. The cold was quickly biting down on his skin. After all, he didn't bother getting a coat for himself and was still wearing a t-shirt and boxers.
All the neighbors of the apartment building had found themselves outside then. All wondering what in the world was going on. The fresh air and the early morning cold were enough to properly wake Olivia up from her half dazed self. Once she realized that she was in Peters' arms and what she was doing with her mind, she tried to calmed down. And earthquake stopped abruptly.
She looked up to see his deep blue eyes staring at her, very very alarmed. All she could do was look back into them and lean her head against his chest. His body, shivering from the cold.
He knew. He knew the Cortexiphan was stronger than ever in her system. It was becoming too dangerous.
His instincts had told him it was all right to go back inside. So he made his way back into the building. The neighbors, seeing him do so, contemplated that it was safe for them to go back inside too.
"Peter, you can put me down now" Olivia had said when they reached her apartment. And so he did, carefully.
She walked in and made her way to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He followed closely behind her, after closing and locking the front door.
Once he reached the bedroom, he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He just stared at Olivia, clearly very distressed at what had just happened.
"Olivia, we need to go get you checked out by Walter. This has to stop. I don't know what the effects of these incidents will do to you or the baby, but it's probably not good. What happened? What has you so scared?"
"Peter, she said so quietly that it was barely a whisper, I had a nightmare. That-that I lost the baby" She answered with foggy eyes.
He made his way over to her and sat down besides her, pulling her into his arms. She put her head against his chest and he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Hhhuh, it's ok. You're gonna be fine, we're fine. I won't let anything happen to either of you" he said, comforting her.
She slept the rest of that night, in the strong embrace of his arms. Sleep for him on the other hand, had not come so easy. He was truly worried for her and for their baby. He didn't let it show, but it consumed his every thought. They had to get her help.
The very next morning, Peter had woken up very early, feeling a little uneasy. Something was off in the atmosphere of the bedroom. He decided to shake it off with a nice cold shower.
When he came back into the room, fully alert, he found Olivia seizing in the bed.
His pupils dilated with a newfound terror. He could not lose them. He didn't know how long she had been seizing but he acted fast.
He called the EMT's with lightning speed. He had just enough time to put on some clothes and make sure that she was in away from harms way and in a safe position before they arrived. They made it in five minutes. They quickly strapped her to a gurney and Peter followed the paramedics into the ambulance. On the ride to the hospital, Peter called Walter.
The phone rang twice before Walter picked up.
"Son, do you know how early it is? Luckily for you I was just making myself a concoction of-"
"Walter.. Walter stop talking for a second" He cut his father off briskly and paused.
"Son what is it?" Walter asked, worry evident in his tone.
Peter sighed, "Its Olivia…She's having a seizure. We're on our way to the Boston General Hospital right now in an ambulance…I think the Cortexiphan in her system has expended too much of her energy… She started an earthquake last night".
"Oh my. I don't think this will have caused her any significant har-" Walter started again.
"Walter, I think it did this time… Olivia's nine weeks pregnant… This isn't how I wanted you to find out." He said cutting off his father again, but this time his voice shaking.
"I'm on my way", Walter countered after what seemed like the worlds longest silence.
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