Something New
Chapter 3
Lilith
Virgin Airlines Flight 563 Boston-Seattle
Looking out the window I gather the plane is somewhere over Montana, which means that we will be landing in about an hour. Suddenly I begin to feel horribly sick, my head begins to pound, my hands are sweaty, my heart is racing, I want to vomit and I can't breathe. I realise that I am having a panic attack and try to calm myself down, normally a couple of Valium would do the trick nicely but as I am pregnant I can't take them.
I look at my son who stares at me icily and the turns away. I get up, climb over five people and run down the asile to the bathroom, I lock the door and lean over the toilet bowl just in time to vomit, I collapse to the floor as the panic attack subsides and my breathing and heartrate slowly return to normal, This isn't the first time I have had a painc attack while flying, I have never been a good flyer and everytime the plane hits turbulence I painc, but this was different. Flying had nothing to do with the onset of this panic attack, what caused this is my fear of having to tell Niles the truth, of Frasier finding out, Frasier is my only friend and to lose him would be unbearable, leaving Frasier was the worst mistake I had ever made. I knew that no-one other than him would ever tolerate my obsessions and neuroses, understand my needs and wishes and love me quite the way he did.
Tears slip silently down my face and I am to tired to bother wiping them away, I get up shakily and walk down the asile to my seat. I excuse myself as I again step over the people sitting in the row where my seat is and sit down.
The following day
The rest of the flight was uneventful and as it was late Frederick and I had checked into a hotel for the night. I woke up the next morning and stumbled into the shower, after I showered I got dressed, did my hair and went to put a little make-up on, when I caught a glipms of myself in the mirror I was horrified at the sight, my skin was paler than ever and my eyes had huge dark circles under them. I performed a small miracle with my make-up and now here I am with my son standing outsie my ex-husband's apartment waiting for someone to answer the door. Frederick has not spoken to me since our fight the previous night and I didn't want to push him so I hoped that Frasier could help but there was something more important I needed to address first, telling Niles about our baby.
The door opened and Daphne Moon greeted us, somewhat shocked, I hadn't rung to tell Frasier that we were coming so I guess that was understandible.
"Good Morning Freddie!" Daphne exclaimed.
"Hi Daphne!" Frederick replied jumping into her arms.
"Lilith." Daphne said coldly.
"Good morning Daphne. Is Frasier in?" I replied quietly.
"No, his not, he went to the store, he should be back soon though." Daphne informed me.
"Well coud you help me? I need Niles' address, I know he lives in The Montana bit I am unsure of the apartment number." I was suprised by how timid I sounded.
"Why do you need it?" Daphne questioned, her voice still cold.
"I need to talk to him, I have something important to tell him." I said truthfully.
"Alright then, he lives at Apartment 12C1, The Montana, Mariner Ave. Seattle, is there anything else you need?" Daphne asked.
"No, thank you Daphne." I replied.
"Do you think Frederick could stay here while I see Niles? I asked looking at the ground, "I need to speak to Niles alone."
"Sure, he can." Daphne replied
"I wouldn't come with you anyway." Frederick yelled suddenley.
"Thank you again Daphne." I said before entering the elavator.
Later the same day
I am now standing outside Niles' apartment but I am too afraid to ring the bell. How do I tell him that our one ill-conceived night of passion resulted in a conception of a totally different kind, that of our child. Whoever named Morning Sickness is a liar, I have felt sick morning, noon and night for the last week, but now I am so close to vomiting that I can feel the acid rising to the back of my throat, I swallow somewhat painfully and finally ring the bell.
Niles answers quickly and looks totally shellshocked to see me on the other side.
"Good morning Niles, We need to talk." I croaked my voice betraying me.
Chapter 3
Lilith
Virgin Airlines Flight 563 Boston-Seattle
Looking out the window I gather the plane is somewhere over Montana, which means that we will be landing in about an hour. Suddenly I begin to feel horribly sick, my head begins to pound, my hands are sweaty, my heart is racing, I want to vomit and I can't breathe. I realise that I am having a panic attack and try to calm myself down, normally a couple of Valium would do the trick nicely but as I am pregnant I can't take them.
I look at my son who stares at me icily and the turns away. I get up, climb over five people and run down the asile to the bathroom, I lock the door and lean over the toilet bowl just in time to vomit, I collapse to the floor as the panic attack subsides and my breathing and heartrate slowly return to normal, This isn't the first time I have had a painc attack while flying, I have never been a good flyer and everytime the plane hits turbulence I painc, but this was different. Flying had nothing to do with the onset of this panic attack, what caused this is my fear of having to tell Niles the truth, of Frasier finding out, Frasier is my only friend and to lose him would be unbearable, leaving Frasier was the worst mistake I had ever made. I knew that no-one other than him would ever tolerate my obsessions and neuroses, understand my needs and wishes and love me quite the way he did.
Tears slip silently down my face and I am to tired to bother wiping them away, I get up shakily and walk down the asile to my seat. I excuse myself as I again step over the people sitting in the row where my seat is and sit down.
The following day
The rest of the flight was uneventful and as it was late Frederick and I had checked into a hotel for the night. I woke up the next morning and stumbled into the shower, after I showered I got dressed, did my hair and went to put a little make-up on, when I caught a glipms of myself in the mirror I was horrified at the sight, my skin was paler than ever and my eyes had huge dark circles under them. I performed a small miracle with my make-up and now here I am with my son standing outsie my ex-husband's apartment waiting for someone to answer the door. Frederick has not spoken to me since our fight the previous night and I didn't want to push him so I hoped that Frasier could help but there was something more important I needed to address first, telling Niles about our baby.
The door opened and Daphne Moon greeted us, somewhat shocked, I hadn't rung to tell Frasier that we were coming so I guess that was understandible.
"Good Morning Freddie!" Daphne exclaimed.
"Hi Daphne!" Frederick replied jumping into her arms.
"Lilith." Daphne said coldly.
"Good morning Daphne. Is Frasier in?" I replied quietly.
"No, his not, he went to the store, he should be back soon though." Daphne informed me.
"Well coud you help me? I need Niles' address, I know he lives in The Montana bit I am unsure of the apartment number." I was suprised by how timid I sounded.
"Why do you need it?" Daphne questioned, her voice still cold.
"I need to talk to him, I have something important to tell him." I said truthfully.
"Alright then, he lives at Apartment 12C1, The Montana, Mariner Ave. Seattle, is there anything else you need?" Daphne asked.
"No, thank you Daphne." I replied.
"Do you think Frederick could stay here while I see Niles? I asked looking at the ground, "I need to speak to Niles alone."
"Sure, he can." Daphne replied
"I wouldn't come with you anyway." Frederick yelled suddenley.
"Thank you again Daphne." I said before entering the elavator.
Later the same day
I am now standing outside Niles' apartment but I am too afraid to ring the bell. How do I tell him that our one ill-conceived night of passion resulted in a conception of a totally different kind, that of our child. Whoever named Morning Sickness is a liar, I have felt sick morning, noon and night for the last week, but now I am so close to vomiting that I can feel the acid rising to the back of my throat, I swallow somewhat painfully and finally ring the bell.
Niles answers quickly and looks totally shellshocked to see me on the other side.
"Good morning Niles, We need to talk." I croaked my voice betraying me.