Ch 4
A week later I was watching the show from the comfort of my bed in the hotel where the losers are staying. Some eliminations weren't eliminations, which was completely unfair. I haven't been feeling the best in the world. I just thought I was sick because of being in that disgusting toilet water. But the more I think about it, the more I doubt myself. And the more I doubt myself, the more I get worried. What if it's something really serious. What if I got an unknown sickness?
I finally decided to get up and go to the nearest doctor's office. I got dressed and went to the lobby. Everyone else was watching Total Drama as well. Katie saw me and waved. I waved back just to be nice. Then she got up and walked over to me. Before I could say anything she hugged me.
"Uhhhh?" I shuddered.
She smiled sweetly, "It's nice to see that you're up and walking about. I was worried that you died or something!"
I frowned a little, "Physically speaking, no I didn't. Mentally speaking, yes I did."
"Oh," she started, "what made you get up? Got over your depressed state of losing?"
"No. I'm going to the doctors. I've been sick all week. And I was never depressed! Where did you get that idea?"
She blinked, "Sierra."
"Huh?" I asked confused.
"She and I were talking and, of course, she saw the elimination. She guessed you were depressed."
I growled, "Not even close."
She walked off and left me alone. I strolled outside and started my way to the doctor's office. It was a pretty chilly summer morning. I knew I should've brought a jacket. I shrugged it off and continued walking. It's kinda weird walking outside in a small town. I'm used to walking in Toronto or in the woods. I sighed and walked a bit faster.
I began thinking to myself again. I should start walking more. Since I got off the show, I've been putting on some weight. And I probably should stop eating so much ice cream. I don't want to be one of those bigger moms. Not yet at least.
Then the idea of my family came into my thoughts. They're going to make fun of me for being eliminated from the show. Dad's going to be disappointed; again. Mom is probably going to tell me that I won't be financially stable to take care of Ali without the million dollars. My successful older sister, Nicole, will make me the laughing stock of all the family reunions like always. Logan, my older brother, most definitely will tell me that no matter what I do, I'll always be the last thing anyone will think about. My little brat of a sister, Sally, will say I lost because of my ugliness. And Damien will be the only one that'll tell me that I did my best. He's always the one who is the nicest to me. Sure he did embarrass me with that stupid cat video, but he was younger. When I came home after season 2, he became pretty much the only friend I had. And, of course, Little Ali won't have a single idea that her mommy failed to beat her father. She'll smile when I get home. She'll be happy to see me, unlike the rest of my family. Well, other than Damien and grandmother.
I laughed. Sobo (grandmother in Japanese) was always a hothead, but we all love her. For some reason I was her favorite grandchild. She would say that she saw great things from me. She was the one to stand up for me. Sobo was more of a parent to me than my actual parents. Sobo was more excited about me having a child then she was when she was having her first great-grandchild. I barely got the chance to hold Ali when Sobo saw her. I wished that my parents were just as excited as Sobo was.
Later on, I made it to the doctor's office. When I walked inside, there was no one there except for the receptionist. I strolled over to the front desk and weakly waved
The receptionist looked at me and asked, "Do you have an appointment or is this a walk-in?"
"A walk-in." I said shyly, "Can you do walk-ins?"
She nodded, "Yeah. We never really have anyone come in. Name, age and date of birth please."
I nodded, "Heather Armstrong, 19 years old and September 12, 1985."
"Alrighty. Just fill out this paperwork and we can get you in." She then gave me a clipboard with some papers on it.
I took it than went and sat down. I then began filling out the paperwork. After I did that I gave the clipboard back to the receptionist and she told me that a doctor will see me soon. I went back and sat down again. A little after 5-10 minutes later, a nurse called me to the back. The nurse measured my height and weighed me. Then the nurse took me to a room and asked me to sit on the exam table.
"Okay," started the nurse, "why are you here today miss Armstrong?"
I took a deep breath, "I've been sick for the last 2 weeks or so."
The nurse wrote something down on his clipboard, "Symptoms?"
"Well," I started, "throwing up, weakness, feeling sore, mostly in my chest area, and being hungry all the time."
He looked at me, "When was your last period cycle?"
I blinked. I don't remember. I think it was last month.
"About last month," I commented.
"Did you miss your cycle for this month?"
Oh fuck I did. No no no!
"Yes, I did."
The nurse got up, "Dr. Brown will be with you. I just need you to take a urine sample." He then gave me a cup.
I went over to the restroom and did what I had to do. Then I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. I don't look like the mean queen bitch anymore. I looked drained out and exhausted. I'm so taking a nap after this. I then walked out and gave the nurse the sample.
After waiting a good 5 minutes, the doctor finally came in. She shook my hand then sat down.
"Nice to meet you miss Armstrong. How are you feeling today?" She asked kindly.
I shrugged, "I could be better."
Dr. Brown gave me an understanding nod, "Well, at least you'll know what's wrong. The urine sample results came in and it's not anything too serious."
I sighed with relief. I'm not going to die from some unknown sickness.
"But," she began, "you'll have to take it easy."
I raise an eyebrow and asked, "Why?"
She grinned, "Congratulations! You're going to be a mother!"
"Again?!" I cried out.
"Yes, ma'am."
I groaned as she continued to tell me the things I'll have to do when I get home. This is just fucking perfect! Not only am I pregnant again, but I got pregnant by the same fucking guy! Fuck! God must really hate me.
