I feel so nauseous right now. No, I feel more embarrassed than nauseous. I can't believe that just happened in front of her. The medics won't let me lift up my head to look out the back window but I guess I don't have to. I know she's following. How can all of this be happening so fast? Why would she care about what's going on with me? After the way I treated her? I don't deserve it. You know, sometimes I can be so selfish.
"Ms. Cabot?" I turn my attention to the medic.
"Yes?"
"We're almost at the hospital. You just had a minor fainting spell but you're head needs to be checked out by professionals. I don't anticipate you'll have to stay long. They'll have to do some blood work… really routine stuff. How has you're stress been lately?"
"The same as it always is, horrible." It was the truth. The little satisfaction the job offered was quickly stomped on by a new, rougher case than the one before it. I knew my job was never done, but I loved the challenge. I loved winning. I loved working with the Special Victims Unit. I loved being around Olivia. And if I wasn't sure about staying with the SVU before; I knew it was too late to turn back now. I was all woven up in those cases. I was all woven up in Olivia's passion for justice and it turned me into a crusader as well. It was thrilling to be part of that team. I felt empowered with them. Like nothing could stop us. Until, that is, I passed out in the middle of the 1-6. I took a few steps back to earth with that one.
At the hospital I hadn't seen any sign of my detective. My thoughts were quickly transfixed away from my search when I was whisked away to a room. The doctor came in with his tray of needles and swabs. He said his hello's and worked quietly. I'm a wimp when it comes to doctors so when I had to get stitches in my forehead, I think I nearly passed out again.
A few stitches and a couple tests later the doctor returned with a questioning look. You know, it's that look they give when they tilt their heads down and look over the top of their glasses. It's menacing. At least to me.
"Ms. Cabot, is there a Mr. Cabot?" Hmm.
"No there isn't, unless you count my father."
"A significant other? Boyfriend maybe?" Where is he going with this? He's older than my dad. Maybe he was as old as my grandfather.
"No sir, there isn't. Is there a point to this?" I'm annoyed by his beating around the bush.
"Ms. Cabot, it seems you are pregnant."
"…. What?"
"It seems you are little less than two months. I take it, this is the first you've heard of it."
"Uh, yeah… I mean yes. I mean, oh my God." What the hell did I do?
"With the stress of that on your body and the anxiety and stresses in your work life, you simply 'overheated' so to speak. That's what caused you to pass out. My only suggestion to you is to start eating much healthier than you have been and get a lot of vitamins. Try to stick with the greens." He gave a soft smile, as if talking to a child. I just starred at him. I was speechless. What the fuck?
"Ms. Cabot you're clear to go." He stood up and shook my hand. He pointed me down the hall towards the exit and added, "Congratulations."
I didn't turn back to thank him as my mind reeled. I walked slowly and concerned dropped harshly on my face. Except when I looked up, Olivia was standing there. Her eyes full of confusion. Her body language; awkward. She heard him say congratulations, and she saw the look on my face.