I'm going away for the weekend, so I wanted to get this up before I left.
Thanks for your reviews... keep them coming. Depending on interest I will decide how much further I'm going to extend the story!
Cameron woke up in the middle of the night completed nauseated. She was sweating, and she felt like she was spinning in circles even though she was still lying in bed. Feeling her stomach lurch she threw the covers back, and jumped up to run the bathroom. She was seconds too late. She lifted her hands to her face to stop herself from making a mess on the floor as she barely made it to the washroom in time.
When she finished she tried to stand up, but another wave of nausea hit her, and she continued to lurch until her throat felt stretched and her stomach empty.
"Rob?" she called out. "Robert?" She tried a little louder. He was such a heavy sleeper sometimes.
Grabbing a towel as a pillow, she lay down on the washroom rug near the toilet, exhausted and not wanting to move.
Periodically throughout the night she woke to the same routine, silently cursing her mid-night sickness, instead of her morning sickness.
***
When the alarm went off Robert groaned and rolled over to wrap himself around Allison's warm body, but found her side of the bed empty. He reached over and swatted the alarm off and got out of bed walking to the kitchen, where he expected to find her.
"Allison?" he was still groggy and confused. He filled the coffee pot with water and turned it on walking back into their room. He stepped into the bathroom and was quickly sobered when he saw her lying on the floor.
"Oh my god! Allison? Can you hear me?" he said moving down on the floor, expecting her to be unconscious.
She opened her eyes and gave him a weak smile. "Good morning sunshine," she said sarcastically. "Sleep well?" He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you spend the whole night here?" She nodded moving to get up. She groaned, as every bone in her body ached and complained from the unforgiving floor that she had slept on. "Why didn't you wake me?" he asked her feeling terribly guilty.
She flashed her eyes towards him. "Easier said than done."
"Sorry," he frowned, grabbing her under her arms and helping her to her feet.
"I feel terrible. My stomach is killing me, I'm still nauseous, and I'm dizzy to top off the whole list. I really need to lie down," she said leaning on the bathroom counter trying to keep her standing.
"I'm going to get you something to drink and eat, and then we're going to the doctor." He was trying to stay calm but his heart was pounding. He was worried sick. She looked terrible now, and although he didn't want to think something could be seriously wrong, he was being her husband now and any logic that would have been there as a doctor was thrown out the window. Something was really wrong. He knew it.
"We're seeing the doctor tomorrow. It's fine."
"It's not fine Allison. It's not normal to spend the whole night throwing up, after fainting the same day. You're being stubborn." He turned to get her things from the kitchen. He came back with a tray of some plain toast and Gatorade.
"Blue Gatorade? Ugh, I don't think I can for breakfast."
"You need the electrolytes. Try. Please," he pleaded.
Allison tried to eat but her mouth was so dry she could barely chew the bread and the blue drink was playing games with her gag reflexes. She set the tray aside and lay back on the pillow, feeling her eyelids already falling.
When he was dressed he sat next to her on the bed, smoothing her hair that fell next to her head on the pillow. "Can I please take you to the doctor? Let them do a blood test, and check to make sure the baby is ok?"
"I need to sleep now," please she pleaded in such a weak voice.
"Allie, you may be anaemic. This could be serious. You can't keep ignoring your symptoms". Protectively she moved a hand down to her stomach and rubbed it softly, as if trying to calm the baby from what he was saying.
"I'm not, please Robert. Let me sleep and if I'm not better by the afternoon I'll go. Promise," she told him looking tiredly into his eyes.
He gave her a very reluctant nod. "I'll let them know you're taking a sick day," he told her as he leaned down to kiss her head. He stopped in the doorway on his way out and looked at her. He didn't want to leave her, but he had an important surgery for a donor's son, and knew he had to be there. He sighed before turning and leaving for the hospital.
***
Cameron was woken up a couple of hours later by intense stomach pains. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her mid section. She got up slowly so as not to fall from dizziness and let out a scared cry when she saw the unusual coloured liquid that had stained the bed under where she was sleeping.
She dropped to the floor as tears filled her eyes, both from the pain in her abdomen and the shock of knowing that something was actually wrong with the baby. She knew some bleeding during pregnancy was often normal, but with the amount and colour, and the stomach pain she was fairly sure she had just miscarried.
While sobbing and moaning she crawled over to the night stand and reached for the phone dialling Chase's cell phone, which was off. She wanted to call the OR desk but suddenly couldn't keep the numbers straight in her head.
She closed her eyes and picked up the phone dialling the numbers. When a nurse answered the phone, she sighed relieve to have gotten the number correct.
"Hi this is Dr. Allison Cameron, is Dr. Chase still in surgery?"
"I can put you on hold and check..." she started.
"No! Don't put me on hold! Look I need you to find him, please hurry, and tell him he needs to come home," she tried hard not to sob into the phone.
"If Dr. Chase is still in surgery I'll have to leave a message for him."
"No. No messages. I don't care how you do it, but tell him to come home. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," said the nurse a little frightened by the tone of Cameron's voice.
Cameron hung up the phone and managed to drag herself back up to the bed. She laid down and let the tears continue to roll down her face as she waited for Chase to come home and help her.