Eric POV
FUCK. Did I just hear her correctly? Was it my kid? Was it Fours'? That thought made me scowl. Yes, I am a jealous bastard I know that. Did she fucking say she was pregnant?! I pushed off the couch when I noticed her eyes roll back into her head. She wobbled for a moment then completely crumbled to the ground. I was barely made it in time to save her head from hitting the concrete floor. FUCK. I scooped her up and carried her to her bed. I checked her pulse, seemed to be a little erratic. Using my com device, I called down to the infirmary.
"I need a doctor sent up to Leader Priors' apartment ASAP!" I waited for a brief moment then hung up the line.
Time seemed to slow down; all I could do was look down at her serine face. Pause at her beauty. My heart was pounding so fast it was like I just ran my fastest time around the compound for a race.
I hear someone open her door, but don't look at who it is. I stay silent as the doctor comes into view. To my surprise it is Marlene. She takes some items out of her medical bag but doesn't say a word to me. I'm not sure why but that irritates me more than this whole situation. "Well?!" I bark at her. She looks me in the eyes briefly and gets back to her ministrations of checking her over. Still not saying a word to me. Fuck.
"What's wrong with her?!" I try for less bark, but it still stings in tone.
"Eric, Shut the fuck up right now. I still need to do the examination to figure out why she's unconscious. If you want to be helpful walk me through what happened before so I can get a better idea of what I am working with here."
I let the curse slide… for now. I walk her through what just happened. Yes, Tris did look exhausted, but we all are, and she's been a champ, never once complained about the pressure. She is absolutely perfect for Leadership. When I heard her puking in her office this morning, I took a moment to pause and gauge her. I chalked it up to be stress. I see Marlene start to put all of her medical devices back in her bag, still silent as the night.
"Well?" I try to be strong, but it was barely a whisper.
"Eric I can't really talk about it with you. Tris is my patient and it's up to her to decide who gets information about her medical care." She says this, looking me in the eye. I can tell she is trying her hardest to keep it professional.
"Marlene, Tris told me before she blacked out that she was pregnant. Was this stress related? Is the baby in distress? I am asking you these questions as a friend here. She is all I have." I admit the last part out loud and it still stings. Yes, Tris has become someone I care a lot about. I just suck at showing it.
Marlene, levelheaded as ever looks directly into my eyes. "I can't be sure if the baby is fine without equipment that's downstairs, but overall I think Tris is exhausted, maybe a little malnourished, and she needs rest."
I accept that response. Marlene doesn't linger to prod for answers. She just grabs her things then heads out. FUCK. I run my hand through short hair and pull at the longer strands on top.
I want answers. I want to know every single detail. I don't know if that makes me a twisted masochist or what, but I need to know.
I know I slept with Tris once she got her promotion, it's not something I will ever forget either. My chest starts to burn with rage, and my thoughts turn dark. Did she sleep with anyone else? That's what I think hurts the most right now. Is myself doubt in Tris. I know she took her responsibilities to heart and she's been working 24/7 just like we all have. But did she steal some time away with someone else to get a release? I don't want to believe that. I want to hate her, but I don't think I can. If her background is anything to go off of, I make up my mind that she most likely didn't sleep with anyone else. Fuck, that means were going to have a baby.
I place my hand on her lower stomach and I just rub small circles. I hear her sigh, but she's still not awake yet. I lower my head to the bed and wait for her.