I got out of the hospital later that day. Audrey suggested that I stay
with her while recovering but I decided against it. I got a better offer
from Nikolas, who guaranteed that this time things would be different.
He had offered to let me stay with him so it would allow us to rebuild our friendship. I thought time alone with him would be good for us.
We've been living together for a week. Lucky stops by often to balance out the Gia factor. I've been trying for Nikolas' sake to be at least civil with her, and she is doing the same.
I've forgiven Nikolas, knowing that we all have done something stupid or crazy at one point for those we love. But, Gia, I have yet to forgive. She knows she should not have been driving but she did it anyway. And that recklessness I cannot forgive.
In a way I've been secluded from the world, especially from the world of Jason Morgan. I haven't heard anything from him and my patience is wearing thin.
I try to tell myself that he knows nothing of my accident and does not know how to contact me. But I realize that if he had truly wanted to stay in touch, he would have at least attempted to say goodbye.
I had decided yesterday, with no news, to turn over a new leaf. I had decided to forget whatever dreams I had of a life with Jason and move on. Sure, I knew, if he did walk back in town my heart would be on my sleeve, but I didn't want him being the reason I put my own life on hold. I had done that in the past, put my life on hold for someone else, and I refused to do it again.
But that was yesterday.
Today I woke up with a headache, something that hadn't been foreign lately. I slipped out of bed and could smell the breakfast being prepared, and yet eating was the last thing on my mind.
The medication I had been taking had been making me feel sick the entire week. I had been meaning to get a prescription for something else, but the one I had I was almost done with and I had decided to just finish it.
Nikolas came in to wake me and was surprised to find me already awake.
"Good morning." He greeted me.
"Hey."
"How you feeling?" He asked, making me realize I looked obviously ill.
"Not so hot. Better than yesterday, though." I offered.
"If you want, I can bring breakfast to you."
I smiled at the suggestion, "Sure."
He came back in a moment later carrying a tray of eggs, toast, and bacon. It was not my usual breakfast of a bagel but I didn't want all the food that was prepared for me to go to waste.
I cut up some of the eggs and held it towards my mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to swallow it.
Nikolas had been in the process of leaving the room when I called him over, "Nikolas!"
He turned, worried, "What is it, Elizabeth?" He asked.
He rushed over the bed and I gave him the tray. I moved my sheets and crawled out of bed, running towards the wastebasket. I barely made it before the meager contents of my stomach came up.
He rushed over and held my hair back. Afterwards, I collapsed next to the waste basket. He dipped a napkin into some water and put it against my face.
"Thank you." I managed to mutter.
"No problem." He offered.
"As much as I appreciate everything you are doing, I would rather be alone. I don't want you-or anyone-to have to see me like this." I said, feeling awful and knowing that I must look the same.
"You look beautiful." He offered, trying to make me feel better.
I smiled slightly, "I don't feel beautiful at the moment. Could you please just go . . . I promise to call if I need anything."
He wasn't about to willingly leave but he knew it was what I wanted, "Let me just help you back into bed." He offered, "I'll even move the wastebasket over so you won't have to go that far."
I smiled and he helped me up to the bed. He moved the tray of food and tucked me into bed.
"If you need anything . . . " He started.
"I promise." I agreed.
He left, closing the door and trapping me once again in my lonesome prison.
I woke up a few hours later; my dreams had been littered with images of Jason. I tried to push all thoughts of him to the back of my mind, but it was very difficult.
I tried to get up from bed, my intent was to find Nikolas and get my mind off of Jason, but that didn't happen. The second I rose from the bed, I became dizzy, and collapsed back onto the bed.
I cursed myself for having waited to change my medication and called Nikolas. A minute later he came in, ready with a glass of water.
I smiled thankfully as I took the glass and took a long drink.
"Thanks."
"How are you feeling?" He asked, obviously worried.
"Could you call Bobbie and have her come. I would go to the hospital but I don't think I'm up to it. It's just this prescription, all these side effects . . . maybe the dose just needs to be lowered." I rambled.
"Actually, I called her while you were sleeping. I was really worried when you got sick earlier. She said she would come by at the end of her shift . . . which must've been fifteen minutes ago. She'll be here soon."
"Thanks." I said, truly thankful that I had such a thoughtful friend.
A knock interrupted us.
"Mr. Cassidine, Ms. Spencer has just arrived." Mrs. Landsbury said through the door.
"Send her in." He requested.
Bobbie came in with medical bag in tow. She looked at me worriedly and then glanced at Nikolas.
"I'll just be outside." He offered, and then went on his way.
"How are you feeling?" She asked as she pulled up a chair.
"This medication . . . I must have every side effect there is."
Bobbie pulled out her stethoscope and put the cold steal against Elizabeth's chest to hear her heartbeat.
"How have you been eating?" She asked.
"Not much. My stomach has been funny all week and this morning I . . . didn't finish breakfast."
"I heard." She informed me as she put the stethoscope away.
"Is it possible to lower the amount of the prescription or perhaps get another drug that treats the same thing?"
She ignored the question, "Describe your other symptoms."
"Well, I've had a headache almost every day this week. Nausea. I've had one of two dizzy spells . . ."
"I want to get you off this medication immediately. But I don't think it's the medication." She offered.
"What do you mean?"
"If I didn't know you, I would say that you were pregnant." She paused, "But I know that you're on birth control."
I had to think for a moment and then I responded, "I am on birth control, but I haven't renewed my prescription in months. It's just that I've been preoccupied with trying to work things out with Lucky and trying to fix everything with . . ."
No. It cannot be! The only person I've slept with recently is . . .
"Jason?" Bobbie completed my thought.
Bobbie pulled some pills out of her purse and handed them to me.
"I want you to stop taking the pills you are taking now. If you are pregnant, the medication you are on could cause serious problems. Take one of these a day instead. I'll come by tomorrow after my shift and bring by a pregnancy test."
It's not true. I'm not pregnant. It's side effects from the pills, that's all. I'm just sick, I cannot be pregnant.
"I'll see you then." She offered, and was on her way.
Nikolas came in a minute later, with Lucky whom had just arrived.
"So, what's the prognosis?" Lucky asked, concerned.
I'm not pregnant.
"Nothing to worry about, just side effects from the pills. Bobbie is coming by tomorrow with a new prescription." I stated, trying to convince myself.
"What's that in your hand?" Nikolas asked.
I looked down at the pills I had forgotten about.
"Oh, Bobbie gave them to me. They are just until I get the new medication." I offered.
"I'll go get you some water." Nikolas said, and then was off.
Lucky sat down on the seat previously vacated by Bobbie.
"I'm sorry you're feeling bad."
When I didn't reply he started to look at me and realized that something was wrong.
"Elizabeth?" He asked.
I looked at him, looked into his blue eyes, and started to break down. He took hold of me and just held me tightly.
"Shh . . Shh . . ." He said, trying to calm me down, "It's going to be okay."
But he had no idea what he was talking about. If it was true, and I was pregnant, it wasn't going to be 'okay'. I just pray those test results prove negative.
He had offered to let me stay with him so it would allow us to rebuild our friendship. I thought time alone with him would be good for us.
We've been living together for a week. Lucky stops by often to balance out the Gia factor. I've been trying for Nikolas' sake to be at least civil with her, and she is doing the same.
I've forgiven Nikolas, knowing that we all have done something stupid or crazy at one point for those we love. But, Gia, I have yet to forgive. She knows she should not have been driving but she did it anyway. And that recklessness I cannot forgive.
In a way I've been secluded from the world, especially from the world of Jason Morgan. I haven't heard anything from him and my patience is wearing thin.
I try to tell myself that he knows nothing of my accident and does not know how to contact me. But I realize that if he had truly wanted to stay in touch, he would have at least attempted to say goodbye.
I had decided yesterday, with no news, to turn over a new leaf. I had decided to forget whatever dreams I had of a life with Jason and move on. Sure, I knew, if he did walk back in town my heart would be on my sleeve, but I didn't want him being the reason I put my own life on hold. I had done that in the past, put my life on hold for someone else, and I refused to do it again.
But that was yesterday.
Today I woke up with a headache, something that hadn't been foreign lately. I slipped out of bed and could smell the breakfast being prepared, and yet eating was the last thing on my mind.
The medication I had been taking had been making me feel sick the entire week. I had been meaning to get a prescription for something else, but the one I had I was almost done with and I had decided to just finish it.
Nikolas came in to wake me and was surprised to find me already awake.
"Good morning." He greeted me.
"Hey."
"How you feeling?" He asked, making me realize I looked obviously ill.
"Not so hot. Better than yesterday, though." I offered.
"If you want, I can bring breakfast to you."
I smiled at the suggestion, "Sure."
He came back in a moment later carrying a tray of eggs, toast, and bacon. It was not my usual breakfast of a bagel but I didn't want all the food that was prepared for me to go to waste.
I cut up some of the eggs and held it towards my mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to swallow it.
Nikolas had been in the process of leaving the room when I called him over, "Nikolas!"
He turned, worried, "What is it, Elizabeth?" He asked.
He rushed over the bed and I gave him the tray. I moved my sheets and crawled out of bed, running towards the wastebasket. I barely made it before the meager contents of my stomach came up.
He rushed over and held my hair back. Afterwards, I collapsed next to the waste basket. He dipped a napkin into some water and put it against my face.
"Thank you." I managed to mutter.
"No problem." He offered.
"As much as I appreciate everything you are doing, I would rather be alone. I don't want you-or anyone-to have to see me like this." I said, feeling awful and knowing that I must look the same.
"You look beautiful." He offered, trying to make me feel better.
I smiled slightly, "I don't feel beautiful at the moment. Could you please just go . . . I promise to call if I need anything."
He wasn't about to willingly leave but he knew it was what I wanted, "Let me just help you back into bed." He offered, "I'll even move the wastebasket over so you won't have to go that far."
I smiled and he helped me up to the bed. He moved the tray of food and tucked me into bed.
"If you need anything . . . " He started.
"I promise." I agreed.
He left, closing the door and trapping me once again in my lonesome prison.
I woke up a few hours later; my dreams had been littered with images of Jason. I tried to push all thoughts of him to the back of my mind, but it was very difficult.
I tried to get up from bed, my intent was to find Nikolas and get my mind off of Jason, but that didn't happen. The second I rose from the bed, I became dizzy, and collapsed back onto the bed.
I cursed myself for having waited to change my medication and called Nikolas. A minute later he came in, ready with a glass of water.
I smiled thankfully as I took the glass and took a long drink.
"Thanks."
"How are you feeling?" He asked, obviously worried.
"Could you call Bobbie and have her come. I would go to the hospital but I don't think I'm up to it. It's just this prescription, all these side effects . . . maybe the dose just needs to be lowered." I rambled.
"Actually, I called her while you were sleeping. I was really worried when you got sick earlier. She said she would come by at the end of her shift . . . which must've been fifteen minutes ago. She'll be here soon."
"Thanks." I said, truly thankful that I had such a thoughtful friend.
A knock interrupted us.
"Mr. Cassidine, Ms. Spencer has just arrived." Mrs. Landsbury said through the door.
"Send her in." He requested.
Bobbie came in with medical bag in tow. She looked at me worriedly and then glanced at Nikolas.
"I'll just be outside." He offered, and then went on his way.
"How are you feeling?" She asked as she pulled up a chair.
"This medication . . . I must have every side effect there is."
Bobbie pulled out her stethoscope and put the cold steal against Elizabeth's chest to hear her heartbeat.
"How have you been eating?" She asked.
"Not much. My stomach has been funny all week and this morning I . . . didn't finish breakfast."
"I heard." She informed me as she put the stethoscope away.
"Is it possible to lower the amount of the prescription or perhaps get another drug that treats the same thing?"
She ignored the question, "Describe your other symptoms."
"Well, I've had a headache almost every day this week. Nausea. I've had one of two dizzy spells . . ."
"I want to get you off this medication immediately. But I don't think it's the medication." She offered.
"What do you mean?"
"If I didn't know you, I would say that you were pregnant." She paused, "But I know that you're on birth control."
I had to think for a moment and then I responded, "I am on birth control, but I haven't renewed my prescription in months. It's just that I've been preoccupied with trying to work things out with Lucky and trying to fix everything with . . ."
No. It cannot be! The only person I've slept with recently is . . .
"Jason?" Bobbie completed my thought.
Bobbie pulled some pills out of her purse and handed them to me.
"I want you to stop taking the pills you are taking now. If you are pregnant, the medication you are on could cause serious problems. Take one of these a day instead. I'll come by tomorrow after my shift and bring by a pregnancy test."
It's not true. I'm not pregnant. It's side effects from the pills, that's all. I'm just sick, I cannot be pregnant.
"I'll see you then." She offered, and was on her way.
Nikolas came in a minute later, with Lucky whom had just arrived.
"So, what's the prognosis?" Lucky asked, concerned.
I'm not pregnant.
"Nothing to worry about, just side effects from the pills. Bobbie is coming by tomorrow with a new prescription." I stated, trying to convince myself.
"What's that in your hand?" Nikolas asked.
I looked down at the pills I had forgotten about.
"Oh, Bobbie gave them to me. They are just until I get the new medication." I offered.
"I'll go get you some water." Nikolas said, and then was off.
Lucky sat down on the seat previously vacated by Bobbie.
"I'm sorry you're feeling bad."
When I didn't reply he started to look at me and realized that something was wrong.
"Elizabeth?" He asked.
I looked at him, looked into his blue eyes, and started to break down. He took hold of me and just held me tightly.
"Shh . . Shh . . ." He said, trying to calm me down, "It's going to be okay."
But he had no idea what he was talking about. If it was true, and I was pregnant, it wasn't going to be 'okay'. I just pray those test results prove negative.