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Chapter 2: Suspicions
Lu reached over and turned off the alarm, then lay back against her pillow. As she started to get up, she suddenly felt nauseated, and made a mad dash for the bathroom, glad that her son wasn't up yet.
Lu knelt on the bathroom floor, hands tightly gripping the toilet seat as she vomited violently into the toilet. When she finished, she sat against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
"Hey Ma. You okay?" Marc asked through the door.
"Uh...yeah. I'm fine." Lu answered. "I'll be right out." Lu pulled herself to her feet, still feeling a bit shakey.
Lu turned on the shower, undressed, and stepped into the shower. She was still feeling a bit weak, and held onto the wall for support. "What is wrong with me this morning?" she asked herself. "I don't have time to be sick." She quickly finished her shower, than continued getting ready for work.
When she went into the kitchen a short time later, she found Marc sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. Marc glanced up. "You okay?" Lu nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine. It's probably just the flu or something." Lu poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Her son asked. Lu slowly shook her head. "I'm not very hungry. I'll grab something at work later." Suddenly, Lu got up and bolted for the bathroom again. Marc could hear his mother retching, and knew that she was not okay.
A few minutes later, Lu returned to the kitchen. "Mom, I don't think you're okay." Marc said, concerned.
"And I suppose you're the doctor in the family?" Lu asked with a smile.
"You just don't sound..." Lu interrupted. "Isn't it time for you to go to school or something?" Marc glanced at his watch. "Yeah. I'll see you tonight." Lu nodded as he kissed her on the cheek, then left the apartment.
Lu remained at the table, slowly drinking her coffee. She had a feeling that she would be making another trip to the bathroom before leaving the apartment for work.
And she was right. As she was heading out the door, she felt the familiar nausea and ran for the bathroom, barely making it before vomiting violently into the toilet for the third time that morning.
When she finished, she sat against the wall for 15 minutes, until she didn't feel so shakey. Then she washed her face with a cool cloth. Glancing at her watch, she groaned, realizing that she was already late for work.
"Hey Lana. Is Lu around?" Dana handed the receptionist a file folder.
"She's not here yet." Lana answered. Dana glanced up, surprised.
"Not here yet? Has she called?" Lana shook her head. "Nope. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"It's just that she's..." Dana started, but stopped as Lu came rushing in, breathless. "Sorry, I'm late. I wasn't feeling well, and spent most of the morning in the bathroom. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me." Before anyone could say anything, Lu had disappeared down the hall and into her office, slamming the door behind her. Lana looked up at Dana. "Now what do you suppose that was all about?"
"I don't know, Lana. We'd better give her some time to regroup. I've a patient coming in a few minutes, so I'll talk to you later."
"Sure thing, Dr. Stowe."
Lu poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at her desk. She was feeling better, but she was still puzzled as to why she had gotten so sick so quickly.
She pulled her calendar out of her desk and started paging through it. Her eyes came to rest on a date two weeks earlier, marked in red. Then she realized today's date.
"Oh god, no." she said softly. It was at that moment that Lu realized that her period had been due two weeks earlier. And she was never late. And now with being so sick this morning, she was scared.
It had been six weeks ago that she had been raped by the chief of surgery at RWHC. And she was trying hard to put the pieces of her life back together, with the help of her friends, son, and the rape support group.
"I can't be pregnant." She said softly to herself. "Not now. I just can't..." at that moment, Lu's pager beeped. She glanced at it quickly, then rushed out of her office and headed down to the ER.
Chapter 2: Suspicions
Lu reached over and turned off the alarm, then lay back against her pillow. As she started to get up, she suddenly felt nauseated, and made a mad dash for the bathroom, glad that her son wasn't up yet.
Lu knelt on the bathroom floor, hands tightly gripping the toilet seat as she vomited violently into the toilet. When she finished, she sat against the wall, trying to catch her breath.
"Hey Ma. You okay?" Marc asked through the door.
"Uh...yeah. I'm fine." Lu answered. "I'll be right out." Lu pulled herself to her feet, still feeling a bit shakey.
Lu turned on the shower, undressed, and stepped into the shower. She was still feeling a bit weak, and held onto the wall for support. "What is wrong with me this morning?" she asked herself. "I don't have time to be sick." She quickly finished her shower, than continued getting ready for work.
When she went into the kitchen a short time later, she found Marc sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. Marc glanced up. "You okay?" Lu nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine. It's probably just the flu or something." Lu poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Her son asked. Lu slowly shook her head. "I'm not very hungry. I'll grab something at work later." Suddenly, Lu got up and bolted for the bathroom again. Marc could hear his mother retching, and knew that she was not okay.
A few minutes later, Lu returned to the kitchen. "Mom, I don't think you're okay." Marc said, concerned.
"And I suppose you're the doctor in the family?" Lu asked with a smile.
"You just don't sound..." Lu interrupted. "Isn't it time for you to go to school or something?" Marc glanced at his watch. "Yeah. I'll see you tonight." Lu nodded as he kissed her on the cheek, then left the apartment.
Lu remained at the table, slowly drinking her coffee. She had a feeling that she would be making another trip to the bathroom before leaving the apartment for work.
And she was right. As she was heading out the door, she felt the familiar nausea and ran for the bathroom, barely making it before vomiting violently into the toilet for the third time that morning.
When she finished, she sat against the wall for 15 minutes, until she didn't feel so shakey. Then she washed her face with a cool cloth. Glancing at her watch, she groaned, realizing that she was already late for work.
"Hey Lana. Is Lu around?" Dana handed the receptionist a file folder.
"She's not here yet." Lana answered. Dana glanced up, surprised.
"Not here yet? Has she called?" Lana shook her head. "Nope. I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"It's just that she's..." Dana started, but stopped as Lu came rushing in, breathless. "Sorry, I'm late. I wasn't feeling well, and spent most of the morning in the bathroom. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me." Before anyone could say anything, Lu had disappeared down the hall and into her office, slamming the door behind her. Lana looked up at Dana. "Now what do you suppose that was all about?"
"I don't know, Lana. We'd better give her some time to regroup. I've a patient coming in a few minutes, so I'll talk to you later."
"Sure thing, Dr. Stowe."
Lu poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at her desk. She was feeling better, but she was still puzzled as to why she had gotten so sick so quickly.
She pulled her calendar out of her desk and started paging through it. Her eyes came to rest on a date two weeks earlier, marked in red. Then she realized today's date.
"Oh god, no." she said softly. It was at that moment that Lu realized that her period had been due two weeks earlier. And she was never late. And now with being so sick this morning, she was scared.
It had been six weeks ago that she had been raped by the chief of surgery at RWHC. And she was trying hard to put the pieces of her life back together, with the help of her friends, son, and the rape support group.
"I can't be pregnant." She said softly to herself. "Not now. I just can't..." at that moment, Lu's pager beeped. She glanced at it quickly, then rushed out of her office and headed down to the ER.