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"You can't keep doing this, Beth."
"I'm fine, Maggie."
"Well obviously you're not okay. This is the fifth night in a row you've been sick."
Beth spit into the toilet, wiping the corners of her mouth. Her head ached painfully; a dull throb in the back of her head. She clenched her stomach and felt the urge to vomit again. "Oh God..."
Maggie closed her eyes in distaste as she heard the contents of Beth's stomach hit the water in the porcelain bowl. Sighing, she placed a cold washcloth on the back of her sisters neck. "You need to go to the doctor."
Beth shook her head. She knew now was not the time to be stubborn, but she hated the doctors. Something about the disgustingly white walls and the smell of cleaner made her grimace.
Noting her sisters refusal, she huffed. "What has Daryl said about it?"
Beth looked at her sister sheepishly. "Well..."
"You haven't told him?! Beth! You've been puking your guts out for the past week, and he still doesn't know?!"
The younger girl shook her head, tears pricking at her eyes. "He already has enough to worry about with the plans of the new shop. The last thing he needs is to worry about his girlfriend having a stomach bug."
It had been five months since Daryl read the note from his deceased father, and things were finally looking up for the troubled man. After taking full ownership of the shop, he set up the blueprints for a brand new building where the new shop would be built; the old shop would be torn down. Luckily, the stocks and bonds his father had stashed away had ended up being worth around $250,000. Needless to say, Daryl was elated. Though Beth was happy for her boyfriend, she missed him like something awful. He had been gone for almost two weeks now, making sure the build of the new shop went exactly as planned. Daryl made sure to keep contact with Beth, calling her every other hour or so. Beth hated to say it, but she was becoming that clingy girlfriend that she promised she wouldn't be.
"It's not a stomach bug..."
"I'm fine."
Maggie shook her head, flushing the toilet for her weak sister. "You know what? If it happens again, I'm taking you straight to the doctor. No ifs, ands, or buts. Got it?"
All Beth could do was nod.
Four hours later...
Beth sat in the waiting room, arms crossed and a small pout on her face.
"I don't want to be here anymore than you do, but shit happens."
The younger girl threw her sister a glare. "I hate this place. Makes me wanna puke all over again."
An amused smirk graced Maggie's lips. "Well, if you do start blowing chunks everywhere, avoid my shoes." She wiggled her feet. "These are my nice slippers."
"Beth Greene?"
Beth tensed at her name being called back into the examining rooms. She really didn't want to be here. With one last pleading glance at Maggie, she cursed and followed the nurse.
"Have fun! I'll be right here." Beth heard her sister chuckle.
...
"So, what seems to be the problem, Ms. Greene?"
Beth fought back a roll of her eyes. "I've just been sick. A lot of vomiting. It's just a stomach bug, or even food poisoning. Maggie's cooking is atrocious." She giggled.
The doctor chuckled. "Well, why don't we see what's going on? Say 'ahh'."
Feeling like a little kid getting their first check up, she stuck out her tongue, grimacing as the bitter wood made contact with her tongue. "Throat looks good." He took the depressor out and proceeded with checking her ears, nose, lymph nodes, temperature, and blood pressure.
Dr. Dale looked puzzled. "Other than your blood pressure being a bit elevated, I don't see anything else that would trigger or lead up to the vomiting spells you are having." He rubbed his beard. "So what I'm going to have you do is take a urine sample. Just to make sure you everything is okay. Sounds good?"
Beth huffed, but nodded. She just wanted to leave, call Daryl, and sleep.
Fifteen antagonizing minutes later, Dr. Dale had returned with various papers and a grin. Beth was anxious. She knew it was probably just a virus of some sorts, the urine test would come back negative for any kind of illnesses, and she would be able to go home.
With a clap of his hands, Dale turned to her. "I have some very good news!"
Beth breathed a sigh of relief. She knew nothing was wrong with her. Maggie would be slapped for wasting her time. "Well?"
"You're pregnant!"
