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AVERY
A few months had passed after my latest health scare and I was more determined than ever to make sure that my diabetes was under control. Dean also made sure that I checked my blood sugar levels more often. Even though we were more vigilant about my diabetes, I couldn't help but feel that there was something going on. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
The trouble started when we arrived at the arena where Monday Night Raw was being held. I had been feeling nauseous during the ride to the venue, making Seth pull over multiple times so I could vomit. Thankfully, Dean was in the backseat of the car with me, so he could take care of me. He was concerned about my illness, but he chocked it up to something I had eaten. The second I got into the arena, I rushed off to the women's room and proceeded to empty the contents of my stomach. I had pulled my hair into a bun, so I didn't have to worry about projectiles landing in my locks. A few minutes passed and I left the stall to clean up so I could meet up with Dean and the guys.
I found them in the cafeteria, sitting at a table with Natalya and Kaitlyn, of all people. Before I could make it to their table, I was intercepted by Sheamus and Randy.
"How yeh doin', Avery?" Sheamus asked, smiling.
"I wish I was doing better, Sheamo." I replied, trying to hide the nausea with a smile.
I knew that both Sheamus and Randy could see that I was hiding something, but I didn't want them to worry.
"Y'know, I've noticed that you've put on a little weight, Avery. I'm not trying to offend you or anything." Randy mentioned, motioning to my body.
"Yeah...I've noticed that too. It's kind of strange, don't you thi-" I stopped, putting my hand over my mouth.
Randy and Sheamus exchanged panicked looks before turning to me.
"Avery? What's wrong, lass?" Sheamus asked me with concern.
Instead of answering him, I ran down the hallway to the women's room and once again vomited. Everyone saw me leave the cafeteria in a hurry, including Natalya and Kaitlyn. They got up and reassured Dean before rushing to the women's restroom. I was just flushing the toilet when I heard the door open.
"Avery? Are you alright, sweetie?" Natalya asked me.
I unlocked the stall door and went over to the sink to wash my mouth out.
"I honestly don't know, Nattie. Dean and I thought it was something I ate that's making me sick, but I don't think that's the case at all." I replied, staring at my reflection.
Kaitlyn gasped, causing both Natalya and I to look at her, bewildered.
"Could you possibly be...pregnant?" she asked.
I opened my mouth to answer, but instantly closed it when I realized that Kaitlyn could be onto something. The weight gain...the nausea: it all made sense now.
"What if I AM pregnant? What will Dean say? What will JOHN say?" I began to panic.
"Just calm down, Avery. We'll take you to the medic's room and have them check out what's going on." Natalya reassured me.
I nodded, then left the restroom with Natalya and Kaitlyn in tow.
As we headed down the hallway, I was stopped by Dean. Randy and Sheamus were still standing in the doorway of the cafeteria when they spotted me.
"Avery, what's going on?" Dean asked me, his face full of concern.
"Nattie and Kait are going to take me down to the medic so we can figure out what's making me ill." I answered.
"I'll come with you!" shouted Dean, Randy and Sheamus in unison.
I looked at the three men and shook my head, about to protest, when I realized that I DID owe them an explanation.
"Okay, but all of you are staying outside the door. Got it?" I asked the five Superstars.
They nodded their heads and followed me down the hallway.
DEAN
When we got to the medic's room, everyone but Avery and I stayed outside. To our surprise, Dr. Mendoza was working on John, taping up his injured ribs.
"Hey, Doc. Got another patient for you!" I shouted, indicating Avery.
Both Dr. Mendoza and John looked at her with surprise.
"Well, Mr. Ambrose. What seems to be wrong with our Ms. Thompson, eh?" Dr. Mendoza asked me.
"She's been throwing up for the last few weeks and she's gained some weight. I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm concerned."
"Well, Avery. Jump up on the table here so I can examine you. As for you two, you can wait outside. It shouldn't take long."
John jumped off the table and headed out of the medic's room. I looked back at Avery and gave her a reassuring smile before leaving.
As the door shut behind us, John immediately turned to me.
"She'll be fine, Dean. I honestly don't think it would be something serious, like pneumonia. Besides, pneumonia doesn't cause weight gain."
I nodded, knowing that he was right. I began pacing back and forth while everyone else just sat there.
AVERY
I laid down on one of the tables and Dr. Mendoza began examining me, taking careful notes about the information I gave him. He lifted up my shirt to check my midsection.
"So, you said that your symptoms started a few weeks ago?" he asked me, moving his hand around my stomach.
"Y-yeah and that's when I noticed the weight gain." I replied, trying not to giggle.
"A little ticklish, are we?" he teased, grinning as I started blushing.
"J-just a little bit. So, what's the verdict?" I asked him.
"Well, it's too soon to tell, but I think your suspicions are correct. You are indeed pregnant. But to make sure, I want you to go straight to the ER so they can perform the right tests." Dr. Mendoza replied, pulling my shirt back down.
My jaw dropped. PREGNANT? I'M PREGNANT?! I thought to myself. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming or anything before jumping off the table. Then a thought occurred to me.
"Wait, what about the show?" I asked him.
"Don't worry about it. I'll inform Mr. McMahon about your situation. I won't mention the possibility of a pregnancy, but I will tell him that you need to take the rest of the night off. And I'll make sure that someone covers for you. Now, get yourself to the ER ASAP and make sure you get a copy of the test results. I'll see you tomorrow night!" he said, showing me to the door.
Before I left the medic's room, I turned to him.
"Is it too soon to tell people about the...'pregnancy'?" I asked.
"It's better to wait until the test results come back. So, not a peep out of you, young lady." he replied, teasing me.
I saluted him before leaving the room. The second the door shut behind me, I was bombarded by questions from my friends.
"So, what did Dr. Mendoza have to say?" they asked.
"Um, I have to go to the ER to have some tests done." I replied.
"Is it THAT serious, lass?" Sheamus asked with concern.
"He just wants to make sure that it isn't anything life threatening, especially with my diabetes." I lied.
"I hope it isn't anything bad. We need to have our ace backstage reporter here in WWE!" Randy said, making me giggle.
"Thank you, Randy. So, who's gonna take me?" I asked.
"I'll take you, since The Shield isn't really needed tonight." Dean said, taking my hand.
I smiled at him and said my goodbyes to the group before we headed for The Shield's locker room. As he grabbed our bags, I couldn't help but pray that everything was going to be okay.
