Randall continued to put up with Will at his job because he had to. Things were going fine when one morning, just shortly before lunch, he felt some nausea come on for no apparent reason.
This was his second week into being back at work.
Randall tried to ignore the nausea, but it only got worse. Eventually, he began panting. Will was also doing his jobs on maintenance too. Then he heard Randall moaning. He looked over and saw the lizard was sitting down with his lower hands on his stomach.
"What's wrong, Randall?" Will asked in concern.
"Some nausea." Randall replied lowly.
"Has it been going on all morning?"
"No. It just started coming on."
"Is it from the injury?"
"No. I ate this morning and did fine."
"Maybe just go to the bathroom and that could be all it is."
"Yeah, sure." Randall said. He pushed himself up and started going toward the bathroom. It was a little way off.
The nausea intensified as he kept on walking, but then something new started halfway there. What felt like heartburn started too, and then he knew this wasn't good. He began to pick up the pace and when nearly there, he saw his boss.
"Hey, Randall, what are you doing?" Sulley asked.
"I'm fine, just have to use the bathroom." Randall ran past him. He hoped he didn't follow him.
The feeling got worse and then he ran for it. He made it in barely enough time before he got to a toilet in time to lose his stomach contents.
There were a few other monsters around and could hear the vomiting. They were grossed out just listening to it. And it was going to be lunchtime soon.
Randall lost it a few times and his stomach felt as if it had been squeezed so hard to be milked dry of its contents. Man, did it hurt. His muscles were still healing too and that made it hurt all the worse. But even worse were the dry heaves.
Other workers on the way out of the bathroom informed Sulley that someone was sick in the toilets.
Sulley was sure he knew who it was. Randall had seemed to be in such a hurry. He went to investigate. When he got to the toilets, he saw the door shut, but a purple lizard sitting on the floor. He heard the heavy panting.
"Randall? Are you alright?"
Randall jumped. He hadn't wanted anyone, least of all Sullivan to know he was sick.
"Fine… Sullivan." His voice was off.
"You don't sound fine."
"Really, I am."
When Randall got up to show that he was, then the feeling came on again. He moaned. Then he threw up again.
After over 10 minutes passed, the bell rang for lunch.
When Randall came out of the stall, he saw Sulley waiting for him.
"What happened?" Sulley asked. "Did you eat something bad?"
"I must have. I don't feel so good."
"I know you don't like to take time off when it's working hours, but Randall, I'm going to insist on this. Go home and take it easy for the rest of today and see how you feel tomorrow."
"I feel better now. Really." Randall gave a fake smile.
Sulley could see that Randall's color was pale.
"I mean it, Randall. Go home."
The lizard growled.
"Where's William Taylor?" Sulley asked.
"Back in the cans on Floor L."
"I'll tell him you went home. Go on now." Sulley urged. "Is this a one time thing or has it been going on awhile?"
"Just this one time."
"Alright."
Randall reluctantly went to his locker and got his keys and wallet. He did want to go home a little bit.
Other workers saw him leave, as did Celia before Mike got her for lunch.
Randall walked the few blocks to his building. His nausea was returning. He needed to get up there fast. He took the elevator up, which was escalating the feeling.
When the door opened, he ran for his apartment. He fumbled the keys and got the right one and got it in and he locked it and he threw the keys and wallet on the couch as he ran for the bathroom again.
He threw up again. What was wrong with him?
After that, he went to sit down on the couch and relax. His muscles were going to be sore for sure. He just hoped this would be a one day thing.
He managed to get some rest on the couch. He didn't eat a thing the rest of the day. As it was, there were a few more times of vomiting.
By midnight that night, he had stopped throwing up, but he still didn't feel well. His stomach still hurt really bad. Randall was constantly rubbing his belly to try to soothe it.
He managed to fall asleep.
The next morning, he dreaded going to work. He still didn't feel good. He ended up calling in sick.
And so it began that he would be missing a lot of work.
…
Three weeks later, Randall's belly muscles were healed enough to where they didn't burn anymore, but he was still throwing up a lot.
Mr. Bixon came to pay him a visit on a Thursday.
"Randall, I hear you are missing a lot of work lately. You have to have a job."
"I know, and I try to go, but there's just something wrong with me. I can't keep any food down and I get sick at work, forcing me to come home. It's been happening quite a few times now." Randall explained.
"If it's been going on that long, I would suggest going to the doctor."
"I hate doctors."
"Don't we all? But in your case, I better get a doctor's report by next week of what's going on." Bixon said.
Randall growled to himself. "I'll make an appointment."
"Good. Because you might be fired if it goes on much longer without a doctor's approval."
After his parole agent left, Randall reluctantly made an appointment to have an exam.
He was to go tomorrow at 11 am.
The next day, Randall was in the doctor's office. He hated to be here.
"Randall Boggs." The nurse said.
He went back.
Once in the room, his vitals were taken and then the talking began.
"So what brings you in today?" The nurse asked.
"Feeling sick to my stomach mainly. It's been going on for over three weeks now. I don't know what's going on and I can't keep anything down. It keeps me from doing my job and getting some sleep." Randall explained.
"If it's been going on that long, then there is a problem. I would suggest taking some blood to see if there is anything wrong. And a urine test too."
Randall hated those embarrassing tests. But he had to do them. Things had to be ruled out. The worst thing it could be was cancer. That thought made him shudder.
"And from what I see here is that you also had some stomach injuries not long ago."
"Yes. It wasn't making it easy for it to heal when I felt like the muscles were being squeezed so hard."
The nurse took some blood and led Randall to a bathroom for the urine sample. It felt so weird.
After the tests were done, it wasn't long before the doctor came in to see him.
"Hi, Randall. How are you doing?" Dr. Jones said.
"My muscles are better, but something new had to come up." Randall said.
"I see that."
The nurse came back in with the results from the urine test. The blood results would take longer. She whispered to the doctor.
Dr. Jones looked back over at Randall, concerned.
"What's… going on?" Randall saw the look in her eyes.
"Randall, can you get on the table for me and lay down on your back." She said.
"Yes."
Randall got up on the table and turned over and laid back.
Dr. Jones came over and she place her hands on top of Randall's lower belly. It made Randall tense up. She was going to touch the most sensitive part of his belly as his deepest injury had been in that part.
"I'll be careful. But I need to feel in this part of your belly, Randall." She said.
"What's going on? What's wrong?"
"I just need to feel what's going on first to be sure."
The doc proceeded to press downward on his belly. Randall felt the pressure and it didn't feel good.
Dr. Jones wasn't feeling much of anything really. But for a moment, she thought she felt something and pressed deeper to try to feel it for sure.
"That's enough, stop!" Randall cried out. "It hurts!"
She did as she was told. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just had to be sure. I'm going to have you have an ultrasound for this."
Randall knew that having ultrasounds were a last resort thing if palpating couldn't tell anything.
"What's going on?"
"I thought I felt something unusual, Randall, but I have to be sure of the results. Right now it's so small it's hard to tell officially."
Randall was let up and he had to go visit the radiation department for an ultrasound. He was deeply worried about what they were going to find. Luckily his stomach was just fine at the moment.
As he waited to be called back, he hugged his arms around himself. 'Oh please don't let this be anything bad.' He prayed.
"Randall." The tech said.
He got up and followed her back to the room where he was to lie on his back once again.
His lower stomach was gelled up and the wand was put on him. Randall wasn't too crazy for the feel of the gel. He looked up at the ceiling, feeling his heart pounding so hard in his chest. He just hoped his lower muscles hadn't torn open or something.
The technician was seeing signs of what she had seen many times before in her job, though it was more often seen on females. It was so unusual to be seen on a male.
The pressing from the wand was uncomfortable. "Are you seeing anything?" Randall asked.
"You will have to talk to the doctor. I'm just getting the pictures." She said.
Randall hated it when he was told that. Why couldn't these assistants tell him anything?
Soon, he was allowed up and to get cleaned up. Then he was taken back to the exam room from before.
He waited awhile and his temper was beginning to get the best of him. He was just about to just walk out and wait for a phone call instead.
Then the doctor came in to see him.
"What took you so long?"
"I had to study this, Randall, to be sure."
"Now I know this might be personal, but I have to ask, when did you have sexual contact?"
Randall's eyes widened. "Never. I haven't had sex with anyone."
"There's no other way this could have happened then. Something happened."
But then, Randall realized from when. It couldn't be! No!
"It's not something bad, is it?"
"You seem to be about six weeks along with this, Randall."
"Please tell me."
"Randall, you're pregnant." The doc had a concerned look.
Randall shook his head. "No, I can't be. That would mean that- Stan, he- raped me!"
The doctor knew this was hard for him. It had been an amazing road that he had even survived at all from his belly torture, and now this.
"Please, Doc, I can't do this!" He was beginning to panic.
"Calm down. Breathe, Randall." She coached him on it.
"I just don't know if I can do this." Randall said. He placed a hand on his belly.
"You're going to be fine, Randall. I'm going to give you some time to think about this. Don't decide anything today. I'll give you some pamphlets to let you read and then decide. I'm going to make sure you have all the options available to you. And you should tell your family about this. They can help you decide too."
"What about my job? I've had to take many sick days already."
"I'll give you a note to tell your boss. In the early stages, I know it's unpredictable. But you need to keep track of when you get sick. Sometimes it works into a schedule or just comes on when it does. And in the list you'll also find some foods that you should be able to eat. And as the pregnancy progresses, you will need to eat more."
Right now, Randall couldn't even think about food. And he didn't want to tell Sullivan about a pregnancy that was so absurd that usually only happened to females. But his father had warned him about this. And it had truthfully come to pass.
Because this was what a monster he hated had done, as he thought more about it so fast, he knew he didn't want this baby.
"I don't want it." Randall said.
"Don't be so hasty. There's always adoptive parents out there that would love to have a baby when they can't have their own."
He really would consider it, or abortion, because he really didn't want this baby.
"I really don't want my boss to know I'm pregnant. Can't you just write it up as an illness that I can still work but take breaks as needed?"
"I really need to tell the truth, Randall. You can only keep a pregnancy a secret for so long."
"How long would I carry it? And is it egg or live?"
"Looks to be live. I didn't see any egg around it. It's still too early to tell. But the gestation should be closer to eight months. Male lizards usually have live ones. The females usually have eggs."
At this rate, he would have much rather had an egg than a live one. It means he would be able to feel it move and such later on.
"I still really don't want it."
"Like I said, talk with your family. You need a lot of support in your decision, but in the end, it's your decision, Randall." She said.
Randall wanted an abortion more so. But then, if he didn't want to kill anyone, carrying it to term and giving it up for adoption was better if it were to have a life at all.
"The baby is innocent in what its father did to you."
"Maybe, but it's still part of his bloodline."
"It's part of yours too, Randall."
"I always told myself I didn't want kids. I can't even connect with my 9 year old nephew."
"Randall, just go home and think it over some more." Dr. Jones said. "The secretary up front will give you the pamphlets as you check out."
Randall was glad to leave the hospital. He carried everything home on the bus. He really didn't want to go through with this. He just laid the pamphlets on the couch when he got home. He ignored them for the time being.
The morning sickness as it was called was very annoying. He had to make another trip to the porcelain throne. Randall just hoped the baby wouldn't make him sick the whole eight months. But then, it was usually just a first trimester thing.
Later on, he read the pamphlets for something to do.
The more he read about it, the more he wanted to get rid of the baby. This just wasn't supposed to be in his life. He would let someone else raise it. He wanted no part in raising a child. He still had his own life to think about. He would still be on parole in eight months too. If he wanted to, would he even be allowed to keep it, if he changed his mind?
The more he just thought about it, the more he just knew though that just like the torture, this never should have happened. He knew he would have been unconscious while being raped. That was even more evil than it happening while awake, and his guts had been torn apart at the same time of it happening!
Just the thought of carrying this evil monster's baby to term scared him. It made his eyes well with tears and they fell. He couldn't do this! And what if it made Stan come after him again? That very thought scared him.
Just thinking of himself trying to get away from an enemy with a huge belly would be a problem. Even climbing a wall would be impossible at that time.
Randall was also nervous of telling his boss of his condition and his parole officer. Sullivan would have to know if he was still going to have a job, and Bixon had to be told. If he lied, he could be sent back to prison.
Wiping his tears, he knew he would have to tell them, whether he liked it or not. If he wasn't still on parole, it wouldn't have mattered as much.
Randall went shopping for those foods that might help aid his stomach better. Crackers being a big part of it.
He ate some crackers first thing in the morning before getting out of bed. It did seem to help a little bit and he was off to work. He kept some crackers with him there in his locker too.
Randall secretly went to find Sullivan. He wanted this just to be between them. And now that it was past a month of recovery, he could work on his own again.
Randall found Sulley near his office.
"Randall, nice of you to be here today."
"Yeah, good for me, but I need to talk to you, alone and in private. Your office, please."
"Alright."
They went to the CEO office and the door was shut.
"Why does it have to be done in here?"
"This is just to be between us, Sullivan, as my boss. You cannot tell Wazowski of this."
"About what?"
"About what's causing my illness?" Randall said. He then handed Sulley a note from his doctor.
Randall saw Sulley's eyes widen. "You're pregnant?" He looked up at the lizard.
"Yes. Stan did the worst thing he could have done, other than torture me."
"You do what you think you need to do for yourself if you feel you need to take time off or go to the nurse's when needed. I'm sorry that happened, Randall. But do you know what you're going to do in the long term with it?"
"I know I don't want it."
Sulley hoped Randall would at least consider letting it live. He had a certain fatherly side to him and yet, he had no kids of his own either. But in the end, only Randall could decide what happened.
"And please, don't tell Wazowski."
"I won't. This is between us."
"Good."
Randall then left the office to do his job.
Hope this chapter doesn't turn any readers off about the story. It's still good.