50
When I woke up, I was in my hotel room. My mind went back to last night, and I thought maybe I dreamt it. When I tried to sit up, a dull ache was in my abdomen and I still wore my clothes from the day before. Optimus must have dressed me and brought me back to avoid suspicion and worry.
"You and Optimus were out late," Mikaela said with a teasing smirk.
"So?" I mumbled tiredly. I placed my hand on my stomach, trying to use pressure to ease the ache.
"Unless the two of you were talking about how yesterday was, I would be thinking you two were doing some active alone time."
"Shut up," I grumbled. Slowly getting up, I grimaced when the ache spread. I shuffled past Mikaela with a change of clothes and took a shower.
After a shower and joining everyone for breakfast, I felt a little better. I was still really tired but I would manage.
While everyone talked, I sat quietly, nibbling on my breakfast. I kept my mind busy and tried to figure out what else there was to do before we left. I hadn't noticed I spaced out until Mikaela shoved my shoulder. I squeaked and looked at her in surprise.
"You were zoning out for a second," she said. "You feeling OK?"
"Yeah I was just thinking," I said.
"Well, we were talking about doing some more sightseeing," Mikaela said. "You feeling up to it?"
"Yeah, sounds like fun," I said, forcing a smile.
The past few days have been really fun. We got to see a lot of the beautiful sights England has and we had a lot of fun. I hadn't been feeling all that well; occasionally I'd get migraines or nauseated. I felt like I had to throw up but nothing would come out. I tried putting on a brave face and doing what everyone else was doing, but Mikaela was the first to notice I wasn't myself.
"Desirée, you're really pale," she said worriedly.
"I'm fine," I said in a quiet voice; a migraine ripped in my head. "Really, you guys don't need to worry about me."
"I'm going to worry, you look sick," she exclaimed. We were in our hotel room, just enjoying a little time of quiet before going on the next adventure. "I'm getting Lennox, this isn't natural."
She left before I could say anything. I rubbed my temples to try and ease the pain; the pounding and horrible pain in my head just intensified. I grimaced. I was never one to admit that I could be sick; I always tried to put a brave face on and not ask for help if it got too bad. Judy would say I was stubborn as a mule sometimes.
When the door opened, I heard Mikaela's voice and when I saw her and Lennox, his face twisted with worry.
"You're not going with us," Lennox said. "You look like you're about to pass out."
"I'm fine," I said weakly. "I can go. Please?"
"No," he said firmly. "If you're not feeling better by the time we get back, I'm thinking of cutting this trip short."
I felt my heart drop. "Don't do it because of me," I whimpered.
"I'll have Bee watch over you," Lennox said. "If you get worse, he'll notify Optimus or me."
When Mikaela and Lennox left, I saw the Holoform of Bee activate in my room. He looked at me worriedly. He quickly walked up to me and put a gentle arm around my shoulders.
"You'll be fine," he reassured.
"I always mess things up," I said sadly; I winced when the pain surged.
"It's not your fault," Bee said softly. "Sometimes you can't help getting viruses."
"I don't think I'm sick though," I muttered. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Maybe we can give this a couple more days and if you feel better then you'll know it was just a virus."
I frowned. The pressure in my head expanded; I felt something warm drip from my nose. Putting the palm of my hand against my nose, I looked at it and saw blood. My eyes widened. Bee stiffened, his baby blue eyes wide. He seemed to be concentrating on something and I was sure he was talking through the ComLink.
I rushed into the bathroom and took several sheets of toilet paper and held it against my nose. The blood quickly absorbed into the paper and I had to rip off more to stop the bleeding.
In no time at all, I heard the door swing open and pounding footsteps in my room. I looked over and saw Optimus at the doorway of the bathroom. He saw the bloodied paper against my nose and the blood slightly smeared on my face. Lennox and the others rushed in and froze when they saw me.
"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I'm really sorry."
We left that night. There was no room for argue. I was too sick and no one wanted to endanger me. After my nose had stopped bleeding, Lennox called base back at Diego Garcia and told them to be ready to pick us up. We only stayed in England for five days. I felt absolutely terrible for ruining the vacation. It seemed that was something I was good at - ruining things.
Once we loaded up and took off, I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't care that the flight back was really long. I didn't care at all. All I cared about was the ruined vacation and how everyone was bending over backwards worried for me. I was given painkillers to ease the migraine, but the nosebleed seemed to relieve a lot of the pressure. My nose ached and stung and I felt uncomfortable.
Deep down I wanted to go home, but I didn't. Lennox could call Ron and Judy and they would be worried sick for me. They were probably on their road trip and I didn't want another one being ruined.
I fiddled with my fingers, my mind going through all kinds of ideas. I didn't want to think about anything. I really didn't.
Once we landed, we all got off and gathered our things. Lennox told me that Ratchet was going to do a few tests to make sure nothing was seriously wrong with me. I grudgingly followed Lennox to the med bay and Ratchet was already there, transformed and waiting.
"I'm just going to do a scan," he said matter of factly. "Stay still." His optics glowed and a light shone from my head and slowly down my body. "Blood pressure seems to be rising," he said. Once the light reached my stomach and lower, he paused. He gave another scan and gave a humming sound. "Desirée, it seems your monthly cycle has been delayed by two days."
I frowned. "So? Sometimes periods are late."
"My scans are reading something very...interesting," Ratchet said. "You and Optimus have had intimate moments, yes?"
I blushed slightly and nodded.
"It seems...you have a very small Spark in your uterus," Ratchet said simply.
"I'm sorry?" I looked at the medical officer uncomfortably.
"You are in the early stages of pregnancy," Ratchet said.
