The other monsters kept a constant and wary watch on Randall in the following weeks.
But soon, there came a time too, well over five weeks after he was first taken, that he began to get sick at all hours of the day and night. Food became hard to stomach for long.
Randall figured he might have caught something from the sewers. Or someone else. It was nice and warm out weather wise now. He shouldn't even be sick. But it continued.
He tried his best to do his work and didn't tell anyone about it. But he did go to the bathroom a lot more. He was often running to the bathroom.
Wendy wondered what was up with her partner. She had never seen him like this. Unless he had a stomach flu or something, males never ran to the bathroom this much.
Randall loved his coffee, but now, he couldn't even keep it down anymore either. The smell of it just made him gag. Now he was reduced to drinking milk, tea, and water.
It was so hard to find foods to eat, as he was nauseated a lot and just looking at a bafe of food made him feel sick to his stomach.
One day, Randall felt well enough he was going to have some soup from the cafeteria. It might be the best thing for this bug.
The chef gave him a bowl of chicken soup and he got a glass of water.
He ate the hot soup slowly to not burn his mouth. He blew on it. He put some crackers on it too.
He got the soup down alright. He just hoped he would keep it down.
After lunch, when they all went back to their stations, Wendy noticed Randall looked a little green.
"Randall, you look a little green. What's wrong?" Wendy asked.
"Nothing. Just a little nausea."
"I've noticed you run for the bathroom so much lately. You must have something bad."
"Just a little bug."
If only that was the case.
The 'illness' continued for a couple more weeks and finally, one day, when Sulley was on the scare floor of Randall's section, Randall knew he had to go on with his scare, but his stomach was just about ready to get rid of it's contents, again. But he couldn't get to the bathroom in time and he grabbed the nearest trash can and threw up in it.
All the other scarers saw this and thought it was gross. Sulley saw it too.
When he was done, he heard his name. "Randall? What's wrong?"
Randall gulped. He panted. "Oh, uh, nothing."
"It didn't look like nothing. What's going on?"
"Just a little bug."
"If you don't feel well, maybe you should go home."
"No! I'm fine. I'll get through it."
"I think it's more than a bug by now, Mr. Sullivan." Wendy spoke up.
Randall got miffed that she was telling him.
"He's been sick for the past few weeks now." Wendy said.
"Is this true, Randall?" Sulley demanded.
The lizard looked away. "Yes."
"Randall, I know you hate to miss work, but until you find out what is wrong, you are on medical leave." Sulley said. "This can't go on. The last thing we need happening is you getting sick in a child's room or dying in there or on the floor. Go to the doctor and find out what's wrong. If he says you can work, then come and give me a note from him."
"But I was just about to do this scare."
Sulley hit the button and sent the door back. "Not this time."
Randall growled that he was being treated this way. He reluctantly left the scare floor. Wendy had to go do other things with her partner going home.
A janitor came and took the trash can away to be disposed of and replaced.
Randall got his supplies and went home. Perhaps a little rest would do him good.
He had to take the bus as usual.
He called the doctor when he got home and arranged for an appointment the next day. It was urgent that he got in and was examined. He knew he shouldn't let this bug carry on the way it had been.
He went to bed and just tried to relax, though it was hard just thinking of what this infection could be wrong with him. He hoped he wasn't dying. He was still so young and could do much in his new life, given if he was given chances. He was trying so hard to be reformed, and now this.
…
The next day, Randall waited nervously in the waiting room for his name to be called. He hoped he didn't have something deadly. If it was, then he knew he had a short time left. He knew some of his co-workers didn't want to deal with him at all. Maybe this was for the best.
"Randall." A nurse called.
He was stared at by many as he was the only reptilian in today at the moment anyway. He got up and followed the nurse to a scale. She took his weight and then they went to an exam room.
"So what brings you in today, Randall?" The orange female asked.
"Constant nausea and vomiting, dizziness, insomnia because of it." He described.
The nurse wrote them down. Those symptoms sounded familiar to her, but they usually occurred more with females with a certain condition. For a male to have this meant something else.
She took his pulse and blood pressure. Checked his stomach sounds. She took notes of her discoveries, but only the doctor could truly know of it all. She didn't tell Randall anything.
"Dr. Hinkle will be in shortly." The nurse said and left.
Randall was left there wondering if the nurse knew what was going on with him.
Within twenty minutes, a tall, blue monster with two heavy legs and two arms came in. He had two eyes and was somewhat heavy set. He didn't have fur. He had experience with reptilians in all areas. He was the best one for Randall.
Randall explained to him what he told the nurse before.
"Alright, Mr. Boggs, from what you tell me, and since I know reptilian males and females alike in treating them, with you, it could be one of three things. One might be that you have an ulcer down in your stomach, causing some bleeding, one is nearly unheard of in males, and a third might be cancer."
"What? What is nearly unheard of in males?"
"I need further tests first to know for sure. I'm going to need some blood and urine tests first."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"It's just to rule out anything truly bad and make sure your vital organs are all functioning properly." Dr. Hinkle said.
Randall hated the suspense. His captors both and the doctor were hiding something. They just wouldn't tell him what this other thing was. And he hoped it wasn't cancer.
The nurse came back in and drew some blood and then he was led to a bathroom where he did what was needed and went back to the room, waiting for results.
After many minutes, the doctor came back and he had the results of the urine test. He wouldn't say anything just yet.
"Okay, Randall. I need to you to get up on the table for me and lay down."
"Why?"
"I just need you to to see what's going on."
Randall gave a frustrated sigh and got on the table.
"On your back."
He switched positions. He rested his hands on his chest and his legs were at his sides.
Dr. Hinkle came over and began feeling around the front legs. He pressed downward gently.
Randall remembered that was where his captors had done an ultrasound on him before. He suddenly raised himself up.
"Lay down, Randall." Dr. Hinkle said.
"What is it you're trying to hide from me?!" He demanded.
"Hold on. I'm just making sure. I'll tell you when I find out I promise. Now lay down."
Randall laid down again. The doc continued prodding his belly.
Dr. Hinkle indeed felt something beneath the skin. It was exactly what he thought it was. And the urine test had proved it to him. And feeling it too.
When he took his hands off the belly, he asked, "How long has it been since you were sexually active, Randall?"
Randall was shocked at that. "Huh?" He didn't expect that.
"How long-"
"I heard you! What kind of a question is that?!"
"Randall, the results from the urine test point to pregnancy and I was feeling in there to see, and I felt something inside you."
Randall was shocked. "I… I was never sexually active, at least, not for a long time with anyone."
"You must have been. That's the only way this could have happened. I'm going to have you have an ultrasound just to be extra sure."
'Not another one.' Randall thought to himself.
…..
Randall was lying on the gurney staring at the ceiling, feeling the wand going over his gelled up belly, again.
"We have something here, Mr. Boggs." The green tech said. It was female.
Randall raised his head. The screen was turned to him.
"You see here, this is your reproductive organ in there, and that little black spot in there and that little thing showing in there, that's an embryo. Though I am also seeing traces of eggshell too."
The doc soon came in and had a look too.
"No doubt about it now. You are pregnant, Randall."
Randall looked up at him with a very fearful expression.
"What?"
"It just… can't be true. I never… did anything with anyone."
"Is it possible of being raped? Like date rape happened?"
"I said I never dated anyone!"
But then, a thought did occur to him. His kidnappers! They must have raped him then!
"Wait. I was kidnapped many weeks back by some scientists. They did knock me out once. They might have done this. Otherwise, I did nothing." Randall explained. "But why would they do this to me?"
"Good question. Alright, let's see about that heartbeat."
Randall was going to say no when he suddenly heard the sound go on. There was a heartbeat.
"From the look of the embryo, you are about 5 and a half weeks along with this baby." Dr. Hinkle said.
When the exam was over, Randall was still in shock. They went back to the room.
"So, to determine the due date, this egg should be laid in about five and half months. Hatching taking place three months later."
"I don't know, Doc. This was just forced upon me. I don't know if I can do it. I can't raise a child. I just got out of jail and am trying my hardest just to learn to live my life again. I can't afford this child."
"I know this is hard to take in, Randall. It wasn't something you were expecting, especially since you are a male and it doesn't usually happen, but it can in reptilians. Think about it some more. You can always give the child up for adoption if you can't afford to keep it. I'm just saying thinking about let it live before choosing to kill it."
"I lived my whole life in foster care. I don't want my child to go through that. But Dr. Hinkle, until laying, I need to know if I can still work?"
"Oh yes, depending on what you're doing, you can."
"I'm a scarer still at Monsters, Inc."
"That probably isn't a good idea. You may have to find something else that's more simple, due to the feelings of sickness and the pressure that the egg will give later. And you need to be eating good healthy foods. And at work, take rest breaks when you need them."
"I can't keep anything down."
The doc gave Randall a list of foods that might help to let him eat something and keep it down. Some being ones that he would usually avoid.
Dr. Hinkle gave Randall a note saying he could work, but he needed rest breaks as needed and to do light weight work only. He wasn't going to be scaring for awhile. He hated this.
Randall went home with the note, looking at it over and over again. He also had some pamphlets on pregnancy and the options available to him.
The office later called him about his blood work and everything on his other organs were all working just fine. That was good. And it too showed it was pregnancy.
Randall thought of the due date. It was end of April now. He had been kidnapped in March. The egg was due to be laid in September. But hatching was due in December. He wondered what he was going to do. This was scaring the daylights out of him. This never should have happened.
He had no money, no supplies, no family, hardly any friends, and who would help him take care of the child? He knew this child was his family, but he just didn't know what to do right now. He really didn't want it to suffer in the foster care system like he had.
If he would carry it to term, he would make sure to find a nice couple to adopt it. Then he thought back to the human child too. He didn't want to be thought of as evil to children or anyone. If he killed the child, he would have a guilty conscience.
He would carry the egg to term, but try to find a good couple to adopt it. He just didn't have the money or expertise to raise a child all on his own.
