After another couple weeks went by, Randall started feeling sick, particularly in the mornings. Why did bad things keep on happening to him?
He began taking it easy on eating. He couldn't hardly keep anything down anymore. He hoped it was just a temporary bug. But he wasn't taking anymore time off of work. He had missed so much already. He had begun keeping a bucket by his bed if he needed it.
But when the bug didn't go away after a week, he knew he might need to go see the doctor, again, as much as he hated to go see him.
He gave it one more day and it didn't cease. He made an appointment for the next afternoon.
He had been going to see a therapist about his ordeal and it was helping. Sulley just thought it was one of those when Randall was going to a doc's appointment. Randall had done well enough to keep this sickness private from the others because he knew some of them would worry after what happened not long ago to him.
Randall went to see Dr. Mason. He described his symptoms to the doc.
"After the incident with those females, have you been sexually active with anyone, Randall?" The doc asked.
"I was raped here a few weeks back by one of the brothers of the females. But otherwise, no." Randall said.
"I'm sure I know what it is, but just to be sure, Randall, I need you to fill this cup up." The doc said. He held a cup for Randall to fill up. This was embarrassing.
He did feel like he needed to use the bathroom anyway. He was led to a bathroom where he could do what he needed to.
Coming out with the cup full, Dr. Mason took a sample and mixed in a solution while Randall hated to watch, but the doc wanted to show Randall personally if his thinking was right.
The sample turned blue, indicating it was positive.
"I'd say the test is positive, Randall." Dr. Mason said.
Randall looked nervously at the little tube.
"Congratulations. You're pregnant."
Randall's eyes widened even more. He couldn't believe this. How could his life get any harder? Now he was being punished he felt.
"What am I going to do? This was never supposed to happen!" Randall broke down.
"It's going to be alright. There will have to be some limitations for a little while, but you can make it through this. I know that rape is a very traumatizing experience, but it did bring you this miracle. You have no other family, Randall. This could be a chance for a family of your own." Dr. Mason said. "I have two young ones of my own and I love them so much. I wouldn't give them up for the world."
"But I'm assuming you're married right?" Randall sobbed.
"Yes. My wife and I are very happy."
"I'm not married though. My life is so busy with work and barely have time for anything else."
"I heard there was a day care program at your job, isn't there?"
"Yes."
"Well, after the birth and recovery, when you go back, the day care system could look after the baby." Dr. Mason said.
"I would just also worry about the child getting picked on if its anything like I am. If it blends or just being what it is, I was picked on so bad when I was a kid." Randall said.
"Yep. Some incredible things of what it could inherit from you. Or even the baby's dad."
"I didn't even know the baby's dad! He was a big bully, that was all in my eyes!" Randall snapped. "I'm not sure I can go through with this."
"Just take some time to think about it. Here, here are some pamphlets on what to consider about pregnancy and your choices. Go home and let me know what you decide soon, Mr. Boggs." The doc said.
In his mind, if the doc could get to experience pregnancy, he would gladly know what a pregnant female went through and would love to have the child no matter how it was created. But this wasn't his child. He had to let his patient decide. He would give abortions when needed or wanted, but he wanted his patients to think it all through first.
Randall was still in shock as he took the bus home. It was what he had dreaded would come true. Babies that resulted from a rape felt more like a curse than a miracle. It was like a punishment that he didn't need.
He thought of maybe giving it up for adoption. He didn't want to be up to killing it in an abortion. But then, those girls were also having his other children and maybe one of them could take the baby off his hands. Better it be raised alongside its family.
For now, Randall could only proceed to think about it. He still didn't feel ready for fatherhood yet.
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A few days later, Sulley caught Randall getting sick in the bathroom at work.
"Randall?" Sulley leaned on the door.
"Ugh!" He heard the lizard groan.
"Are you sick?" Sulley asked.
There was a flush and the purple lizard monster came out of the stall. Sulley saw that Randall looked pale and tired. He went to the sink to wash his face off.
"Are you sick, Randall? If you are, you should go home and rest." Sulley said.
"I'm not sick. I just found out that from my rape incident, that I'm now expecting because of it." Randall said grumpily.
Sulley was shocked. Usually this couldn't happen to males.
"So, what are going to do?" He rubbed Randall's back to see if it would help any. The lizard didn't push him off, so he was willing to accept it.
"I don't know yet. Though I am thinking more of adoption for it. I'm not equipped to take care of a kid. I'm too busy for a kid." Randall said.
Sulley thought he might be making a good choice, but he could still change his mind. "Maybe sometime you should spend time around the kids in the day care program to see how young kids can really be, Randall. They can be quite special." He said.
Randall still had too many doubts about his ability to care for a kid. But he just might do that after the so called morning sickness went away. He might some day when he didn't feel the rush of all he ate to come back up again.
Randall usually had some coffee before coming in and when he got there. But now, his tastes had changed. He couldn't even stomach coffee anymore. He didn't like the smell or taste of coffee right now. This pissed Randall off, that he couldn't have his most favorite beverage in the whole world.
The pamphlets had said that tastes could change. Sense of smell could change. And he should be drinking more milk and water instead of caffeinated drinks.
Randall then said to Sulley, "Maybe after this morning sickness stuff goes away." He said. "I just don't want to worry about having to run to here every few minutes."
"That's fine. But do you know when you will have it?"
"I'm not even sure if it will be live or an egg. If its an egg, it might be born within six months. If live, up to eight months. With what time is passed now, a little less. Not sure exactly." Randall said.
"Alright. Just take care of yourself, but if you need anything, I'll be happy to help." Sulley offered.
"Yeah, sure." Randall looked at the floor.
Sulley went elsewhere to supervise the newest new laughers. Randall was heading for the kitchen now.
As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, the smells in there that would normally smell so good for one wanting to eat made Randall's stomach turn.
The cooks saw Randall come in, and so did the kitchen supervisor, but she saw Randall cup his mouth and run back out.
"What's up with him?" One cook asked.
"I don't know." The supervisor said.
Randall didn't come back.
He made it in record time to the bathroom and threw up some more contents. He didn't even have that much to throw up and the dry heaves were even worse.
Even though he had had been sick off and on in his life a lot, he had never had to vomit this much all his life.
When he didn't go back to the kitchen, the supervisor told Sulley that if he couldn't do his job in the kitchen anymore, he shouldn't be in there at all.
"It's not his fault. I just found out today that he's found out that he's expecting a baby. It's just part of what's going on." Sulley explained. "If he can't, I'll find something else for him to do."
"Well, that's good news, but if he's going to be on my crew, he must be able to handle food. I don't want him getting sick in there. So yes, good." She said and left his office.
Sulley knew this wasn't a good situation. Maybe it was better he was taken off kitchen duties for awhile.
Randall could go back to the mailroom and Sulley would make sure he had an assistant there to help him out. One that he knew. Or he could have him filing paperwork with Roz. Though doing the canisters wasn't too bad right now, but heavy lifting would soon have to be done away with.
He talked to Randall at the end of the day.
"I really don't want to go back to the mailroom." Randall said. "It still brings up bad thoughts."
"For now, you can do the canisters, but soon, you will have to start the filing then."
"Fine." He snapped. He was just sick of being transferred from one job to another. But everything that kept happening to him was making it happen this way.
