A month after Wilkins raped me, I started to feel sick, and I couldn't keep any food down. I just thought that I was ill, so I decided to just wait for it to pass. But after about another month, I still wasn't better.
Please don't let it be what I think it is...
I was going down the stairs and I got sick on the person who was going up the stairs the opposite way. I didn't see who it was that I vomited on, but he was not very happy.
"Bloody hell!" I heard an angry Colonel Tavington yell. "What in God's name are you doing out of bed! You had said just this morning that you were not feeling well! What were you thinking?" he continued to yell at me.
But I wasn't really paying much attention to the lack of concern in his voice. Instead I lost my footing and almost tumbled down the stairs, but Colonel Tavington caught me and helped me regain my balance.
"Perhaps you should go see a doctor." he suggested.
"No. I'll be alright. I'm not even that sick." I stated in a matter of fact tone, but was quickly shot down by more vomiting, this time, all over the stairs.
"I've seen this for the past two months and I'm really getting sick of you always being in an awful mood, and annoying, and I insist that you go see the doctor immediately."
"Fine. But I'm telling you, I'm not that sick. I'm sure it will pass.."
Colonel Tavington disregarded my remark and escorted me to the doctor on the main level of the building.
"Well, Miss Tarleton. What are your symptoms." inquired the doctor.
"Well, I'm having trouble keeping any food down, and I'm fairly moody. I'm almost never in a good mood. And also my chest is swollen and I have trouble getting my corset, or any type of clothes on for that matter, on."
"Colonel, could I ask you to leave the room while I check her for any abnormalities?"
The colonel didn't respond, but left the room as he was asked.
"Do you mind if I check your stomach?"
"No. But why would you check that?"
"Just a standard check." he responded. I was asked to remove my dress and underclothes so he could check my stomach.
"Just as I thought." He said as I began to put my underclothes back on.
"What does that mean?" I asked in an irritated tone.
"Well, Miss Tarleton, you're two months pregnant."