"Oh, my goodness!" She gasps, as she and Masen move forward to help me, as my legs felt as if they'd been pulled from under me.

Upon hearing the commotion, two nurses rush forward, followed by a worried Regina.

Her usual Auburn and white speckled hair in a low bun at the base of her head, dark-framed glasses perched on her nose, as she rushed over to me, worried.Wearing a pair of black slacks and a red cable knit sweater and a pair of dark red knee-high boots.

"What's wrong? Oh my goodness. Bella, are you alright, dear?" She asks me, kneeling before me.

My face felt hot as I stared at her, trying to focus on getting the room to stop spinning. When the room finally stayed in its correct place, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to keep the sudden churning in my stomach had ceased, so I wouldn't ruin anyone's shoes, and allowed myself to speak."I, erm, yes. I just felt a bit weird… it's alright. I think it's passed." I say as I try to keep my head from lolling to the side.

"Maybe, she just felt overheated… we should help her pull off her jacket." One of the nurses suggested, eyeing the bulky jacket I had worn this morning to keep warm.

I sighed, nodding in response to their questioning stares before leaning forward as they slowly helped me pull it off, before one of them grabbed it, and went to hang it onto the coat rack that is placed by the entrance.

As I distract myself with the cheer silver, white, and blue decorations of the room

"Are you feeling any better, dear?" Regina asks as she hands me a cup of water.

"Yes, I am fine now, thank you," I reassured them as I took the cup and slowly sipped it, silently hoping that I would still be able to take the glucose test today and not have to come back in another week.

"Bella, the appointment today was to take your glucose tolerance test. Are you going to be well enough to take it or do you want to reschedule?" Regina asked, concerned.

"I, yes. I am. I feel better now. I can take it." I say while focusing on the room's decorations.

"Have you had anything to eat or drink this morning, dear?" She asks me, concerned.

"No, I just had a bit of water," I replied after I had signed in.

She wordlessly nodded in response, taking out a notepad to write it down, before one of the nurses arrived, pulling out a small bottle of what seemed to be juice from her bright shirt pocket, holding it out to me with an overdone finger. "Are you sure, Bella?" She asks concerned, as I nod once more in reassurance.

She stares at me, concerned, for a moment before she nodded in response, standing to her full height.

"Alright, well, to do the test you need to drink this whole bottle in five minutes. Then you need to wait an hour before we can draw your blood." She explained.

I nod, fighting the dis

"That's alright. Then drink this, and I will see you in an hour." She says, extending my hand to give me the small bottle, before getting up and heading toward the back once more.

I grabbed the small bottle that looked like bright neon red juice before opening it, trying to chug down its contents, hurriedly. Managing to drink the overly sweetened liquid before the cold of the liquid causes me to get some chills. I fought the shivers that went through my body from the cold drink before I chugged down the rest of the bottle's contents. Slowly getting up to throw away the empty bottle.

The nurse behind the desk nodded before writing something down on the chart with my name on it, quietly telling me that I would be called to the back soon.

As I made it to my seat, I leaned back, resting my head against the wall, as I tried to pretend the last twenty minutes didn't happen.

"Bella,"

Oh no. God, please don't let it be today. Not here, not now… Not ever.

I cleared my throat, as I felt the baby begin to move erratically once more, this kid hardly ever moves throughout the day, and it chose today to begin playing soccer with my stomach and bladder. "Y-yes, Esme?" I asked, calmly.

"Have you and my son met before?" She asked, concerned.

I stare at her, my mouth opening and closing together a few times unable to form a single answer, as the words bounced around my head. I felt the sudden need to respond by saying yes until I remember that the statement would affect everyone.

Besides, what does one reply to such a question? 'Yes, I went on a date with him and let him fuck my brains out, oh and then ran the next morning before they got back from wherever he was?' That would get us both killed.

However, before I can form a proper response, Norma, one of the nurses on staff today, calls me to the back to get my weight and blood pressure.

So, I softly excused myself, before slowly standing up, and heading towards the back. Silently thanking all the forces up there that I got a break.

"Hey, Bee, how are you feeling now?" She asked as she wrapped the cuff around my arm, before pressing the button on the machine, and then sticking the thermometer under my tongue before turning to enter something on the small laptop that was stationed on the counter.

"I feel fine now, it was probably just a dizzy spell," I say, offhandedly.

"M'kay…" she muttered, in disbelief, as she wrote down the stats.

After writing down the stats in the file, she had me step onto the scale, before directing me into room one.

Once inside she told me to sit and wait on the chair, and that the doctor would come in a few.

I nodded in response, before slowly making my way over to the chair and plopping down, trying to push the overwhelming feeling of despair, anxiety, and fear from bringing me to tears while I cracked my knuckles and fiddled with my rings and fingers.

This was supposed to be a routine test, a normal check-up. So, why can't anything in my life be normal?

Just once. Is that too much to ask?