Revenge
Chapter 50
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"Okay, I'm gonna go tell Bosco what's going on," Faith said to Mary Proctor after hearing what she was able to find out. "Can I just peek in and tell her I'm here if she needs me?"
"I don't see why not. She's back this way," Mary said, leading the way.
"Ms. Miller. There's someone here to see you," Mary said as she led Faith into the room.
"Hey, Trisha. How're you feelin'?" Faith asked her, mistaking the nervous look on her face at Faith's presence as the look of her not feeling well.
"I'm fine, really," she tried to assure Faith. "Is Bosco okay?"
"He's worried - sent me down here to find out how you were because his nurse wouldn't let him come himself," Faith said. "Not like he didn't try like hell though," she joked.
"It's embarrassing," Trisha said. "Tell him I'm fine and to just stay put. I'll be up as soon as they let me out of here."
"Okay. I'll go tell him you're doin' okay and then I'll come back down here with you. Unless there's someone you want me to call for you?" Faith asked as an afterthought.
Trisha felt her stomach tighten as she fought back a tear. "No. Just Bosco, but you stay with him. I'll come up as soon as they take all this stuff off me," she said, indicating the oxygen and the IV.
"Okay. I'll be up there if you need me though," Faith offered again before leaving. She passed the doctor coming back into the room, but didn't notice the frown on his face as he looked at the paper in his hand.
"Ms. Miller. I've got your blood results back," the doctor started. He looked from the paper to his patient with a smile, hoping that it was going to be good news for her.
"Is it possible that you might be pregnant?" he asked her.
"What?" Trisha said, semi-surprised.
"According to these results, you are. Have you missed your menstrual cycle at all?" he asked her as the nurse pulled an ultrasound machine over to her.
"Um. Gee...," Trisha said, trying to think back. "I guess I have. I didn't realize with everything going on with Bosco," she said.
"Well, then I guess congratulations are in order?" he asked, not getting any response. He assumed it was probably just the shock of it. "We're just going to take a look with this ultrasound and see if we can find the baby in there and try to find out how far along you are. Do you have an OB/GYN doctor, or would you like me to recommend someone?" the doctor asked her as he raised her gown and put the gel on her abdomen. She looked at the screen on the machine as the doctor moved the instrument over her abdomen and stopped. On the screen she saw the littlest flutter of some kind.
"That's the baby's heart," the doctor told her, noting that he couldn't tell if she was happy or not. "I'm no expert - your obstetrician will be able to tell you for sure - but you look like your about a three weeks along. Have you been having any nausea or fatigue? We know you're dehydrated, so I'd have to guess that you haven't been eating or drinking too well," he said.
"Um, yeah. I thought I just had some stomach thing, what with everything going on and all," she said, unable to take her eyes off the screen.
"Well, that's your answer. Everything looks normal, but I do want you to follow up with someone soon. Especially if you need to know your options," he said.
"My options?" Trisha asked him, finally looking at him.
"Yes. I mean if your undecided about keeping it," he answered.
"Not keep it? How could I not keep it? It's part of us. I love it already," she said, a tear escaping.
"I'm just not sure how Bosco's gonna feel about being a father, especially if he finds out about Paul," she thought to herself, brushing the tear from her cheek.
"Okay. Well, let's get that cut sutured up and then you should be all set to go. But, you'll need to take it easy and keep taking plenty of fluids. If the nausea is too bad, I could write you a prescription," the doctor offered.
"Thanks. But, now that I know what's causing it, I'm sure I'll be able to figure out how to deal with it. I mean, women have been dealing with it for all of time, right?" Trisha said, finally smiling.
"Right, but no sense suffering if you don't need to," he said, turning off the machine and tearing the piece of paper that he printed out from it with the ultrasound picture of the baby and handing it to her.
"I'll be right back," the doctor told her. She just held the picture in her hand, staring at it and wondering what would happen next.
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Faith walked back into the room and Bosco just about jumped out of the bed at her.
"Is Trisha okay? What happened? Should I get down there?" he asked.
"Whoa, Bos. Calm down. She's okay. She's awake and she was talking to me. She's more worried about you. I guess she was dehydrated. They have an IV going to re-hydrate her. The doctor's gonna put in a few stitches where she hit her head and then she'll be discharged. She said she'll come up when she's done and to tell you not to worry," Faith told him.
"Dehydrated?! From what?" he wondered aloud.
"Oh, probably because she's been worried about you and hasn't been taking care of herself or eating right. So, did he drive you crazy, Em?" Faith asked her daughter.
"No. He's cool," Emily said with a smile. "But I think you're right about this Trisha, Mom," she teased, getting a grimace from Bosco.
Just then, Trisha's cell phone rang again. "Want me to get that?" Faith asked as they stared at the jacket where the phone was.
"No. It's a wrong number. All day it's been ringing," he told her. "They'll get the hint soon enough," he added, as the phone stopped ringing after the fifth ring.
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"No, Sir. I've tried. A man answered and said that I had the wrong number. I tried twice and now there's no answer at all. I left a voice mail message," the morgue technician told the detective.
"Okay, thanks. Why don't you give me the cell number and I'll see if I can trace it," the detective suggested. The technician read him off the number.
"So, what if this woman calls me. Do I release the body, or what?" the technician asked.
"Tell her she can come, but give her a time. Give me enough time to get here and then call me right away. Either me or one of the other detectives will come right over and then we'll talk to this Linda Watkins person," the detective instructed.
"Okay. Will do," the technician said, hanging up the phone.
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The doctor had finished suturing Trisha's cut and the nurse was just putting a dressing on it. "Now, keep that clean and dry for seven to ten days. You can come back here to have the stitches removed in about ten days,if you don't have your own doctor," he explained as he finished up the notes in the chart.
"I've written down the names and numbers of a couple of good obstetricians for you. You should see someone within the next couple of weeks - sooner if you have any problems like bleeding or cramping or anything else that concerns you," he explained.
"Thank you, Doctor. I'm feeling much better now," she said as the nurse gathered up the open packages of gauze.
"Okay, well you can get dressed and they'll have your paperwork out at the desk," the doctor said, reaching out to shake her hand. "It was nice meeting you. And, congratulations."
"Thanks," Trisha said, a smile playing on her lips.
She finished dressing and headed out to get her discharge papers. As she walked up the hallway, she passed the payphone and thought about the call that Bosco had told her about. She realized that she didn't have her purse or her phone with her, so she couldn't call from down here. She'd have to try when she got home later.
She also realized that she'd have to stop at the store and stock up on some food and then to Maurice's to pick up some clothes for him for when he comes home tomorrow. She rushed down the hallway to the elevator to head upstairs.
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TBC...
Chapter 50
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"Okay, I'm gonna go tell Bosco what's going on," Faith said to Mary Proctor after hearing what she was able to find out. "Can I just peek in and tell her I'm here if she needs me?"
"I don't see why not. She's back this way," Mary said, leading the way.
"Ms. Miller. There's someone here to see you," Mary said as she led Faith into the room.
"Hey, Trisha. How're you feelin'?" Faith asked her, mistaking the nervous look on her face at Faith's presence as the look of her not feeling well.
"I'm fine, really," she tried to assure Faith. "Is Bosco okay?"
"He's worried - sent me down here to find out how you were because his nurse wouldn't let him come himself," Faith said. "Not like he didn't try like hell though," she joked.
"It's embarrassing," Trisha said. "Tell him I'm fine and to just stay put. I'll be up as soon as they let me out of here."
"Okay. I'll go tell him you're doin' okay and then I'll come back down here with you. Unless there's someone you want me to call for you?" Faith asked as an afterthought.
Trisha felt her stomach tighten as she fought back a tear. "No. Just Bosco, but you stay with him. I'll come up as soon as they take all this stuff off me," she said, indicating the oxygen and the IV.
"Okay. I'll be up there if you need me though," Faith offered again before leaving. She passed the doctor coming back into the room, but didn't notice the frown on his face as he looked at the paper in his hand.
"Ms. Miller. I've got your blood results back," the doctor started. He looked from the paper to his patient with a smile, hoping that it was going to be good news for her.
"Is it possible that you might be pregnant?" he asked her.
"What?" Trisha said, semi-surprised.
"According to these results, you are. Have you missed your menstrual cycle at all?" he asked her as the nurse pulled an ultrasound machine over to her.
"Um. Gee...," Trisha said, trying to think back. "I guess I have. I didn't realize with everything going on with Bosco," she said.
"Well, then I guess congratulations are in order?" he asked, not getting any response. He assumed it was probably just the shock of it. "We're just going to take a look with this ultrasound and see if we can find the baby in there and try to find out how far along you are. Do you have an OB/GYN doctor, or would you like me to recommend someone?" the doctor asked her as he raised her gown and put the gel on her abdomen. She looked at the screen on the machine as the doctor moved the instrument over her abdomen and stopped. On the screen she saw the littlest flutter of some kind.
"That's the baby's heart," the doctor told her, noting that he couldn't tell if she was happy or not. "I'm no expert - your obstetrician will be able to tell you for sure - but you look like your about a three weeks along. Have you been having any nausea or fatigue? We know you're dehydrated, so I'd have to guess that you haven't been eating or drinking too well," he said.
"Um, yeah. I thought I just had some stomach thing, what with everything going on and all," she said, unable to take her eyes off the screen.
"Well, that's your answer. Everything looks normal, but I do want you to follow up with someone soon. Especially if you need to know your options," he said.
"My options?" Trisha asked him, finally looking at him.
"Yes. I mean if your undecided about keeping it," he answered.
"Not keep it? How could I not keep it? It's part of us. I love it already," she said, a tear escaping.
"I'm just not sure how Bosco's gonna feel about being a father, especially if he finds out about Paul," she thought to herself, brushing the tear from her cheek.
"Okay. Well, let's get that cut sutured up and then you should be all set to go. But, you'll need to take it easy and keep taking plenty of fluids. If the nausea is too bad, I could write you a prescription," the doctor offered.
"Thanks. But, now that I know what's causing it, I'm sure I'll be able to figure out how to deal with it. I mean, women have been dealing with it for all of time, right?" Trisha said, finally smiling.
"Right, but no sense suffering if you don't need to," he said, turning off the machine and tearing the piece of paper that he printed out from it with the ultrasound picture of the baby and handing it to her.
"I'll be right back," the doctor told her. She just held the picture in her hand, staring at it and wondering what would happen next.
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Faith walked back into the room and Bosco just about jumped out of the bed at her.
"Is Trisha okay? What happened? Should I get down there?" he asked.
"Whoa, Bos. Calm down. She's okay. She's awake and she was talking to me. She's more worried about you. I guess she was dehydrated. They have an IV going to re-hydrate her. The doctor's gonna put in a few stitches where she hit her head and then she'll be discharged. She said she'll come up when she's done and to tell you not to worry," Faith told him.
"Dehydrated?! From what?" he wondered aloud.
"Oh, probably because she's been worried about you and hasn't been taking care of herself or eating right. So, did he drive you crazy, Em?" Faith asked her daughter.
"No. He's cool," Emily said with a smile. "But I think you're right about this Trisha, Mom," she teased, getting a grimace from Bosco.
Just then, Trisha's cell phone rang again. "Want me to get that?" Faith asked as they stared at the jacket where the phone was.
"No. It's a wrong number. All day it's been ringing," he told her. "They'll get the hint soon enough," he added, as the phone stopped ringing after the fifth ring.
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"No, Sir. I've tried. A man answered and said that I had the wrong number. I tried twice and now there's no answer at all. I left a voice mail message," the morgue technician told the detective.
"Okay, thanks. Why don't you give me the cell number and I'll see if I can trace it," the detective suggested. The technician read him off the number.
"So, what if this woman calls me. Do I release the body, or what?" the technician asked.
"Tell her she can come, but give her a time. Give me enough time to get here and then call me right away. Either me or one of the other detectives will come right over and then we'll talk to this Linda Watkins person," the detective instructed.
"Okay. Will do," the technician said, hanging up the phone.
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The doctor had finished suturing Trisha's cut and the nurse was just putting a dressing on it. "Now, keep that clean and dry for seven to ten days. You can come back here to have the stitches removed in about ten days,if you don't have your own doctor," he explained as he finished up the notes in the chart.
"I've written down the names and numbers of a couple of good obstetricians for you. You should see someone within the next couple of weeks - sooner if you have any problems like bleeding or cramping or anything else that concerns you," he explained.
"Thank you, Doctor. I'm feeling much better now," she said as the nurse gathered up the open packages of gauze.
"Okay, well you can get dressed and they'll have your paperwork out at the desk," the doctor said, reaching out to shake her hand. "It was nice meeting you. And, congratulations."
"Thanks," Trisha said, a smile playing on her lips.
She finished dressing and headed out to get her discharge papers. As she walked up the hallway, she passed the payphone and thought about the call that Bosco had told her about. She realized that she didn't have her purse or her phone with her, so she couldn't call from down here. She'd have to try when she got home later.
She also realized that she'd have to stop at the store and stock up on some food and then to Maurice's to pick up some clothes for him for when he comes home tomorrow. She rushed down the hallway to the elevator to head upstairs.
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TBC...