i dig. she dig. he dig. they dig. we dig. now its not a very beautiful poem, but it is quite deep. a fabulous quote from cyanide.
Hiro awoke to Zero Two groaning in the master restroom. The tired man slowly got up from the bed, scratching his head and yawning. As he slowly opened the door he saw Zero Two slumped over the toilet, one hand holding her stomsch, the other holding the toilet seat.
"You alright in here?" Hiro asked sluggishly, looking up at the wall mounted clock, the time being seven in the morning.
"I...I'm fine." The pink haired girl inhaled, then coughing a bit, which lead to her vomiting in the toilet.
Hiro sat down beside her, rubbing her back as she let out her slurry of... disgust. Zero Two stopped vomiting to take a breather.
"Let me get you some water." Hiro stood up and walked out the room leaving Zero Two alone.
After a few minutes he came back with a glass of water, holding it out to her. Zero Two took the glass out of his hands and took a sip.
"Thank you, Darling..." The girl was clearly tired of vomiting.
Zero Two attempted to stand up, only to get caught by Hiro as she fell back. The black haired man carried her towards the messy bed, laying her down.
"I may have to take you to the doctor's office." Hiro told his beloved, stroking her hair.
"I don't want to." Zero Two pouted.
"Well, we won't know what's wrong with you if we don't go." Hiro replied.
"N--" Zero Two was stopped as she held back a reflex. "F-Fine."
"Alright, get up, let's go." Hiro helped the nauseous girl up.
He walked outside to his motorcycle, putting a sleek red sports helmet on her head, then putting on his own sports helmet. The ex-military man helped his wife sit on the back of the bike, then going over himself. With a quick pop into the ignition, his bike was ready.
"Hold on." Hiro guided her hands to hold onto him.
With that, they were off.
As the couple stopped in the massive parking lot, Zero Two quickly shimmied towards the nearest trash can, taking off the helmet and ejecting a nasty liquid. Hiro followed behind, rubbing her back to ease out the rest of the deathly slurry. After her situation, Hiro guided the girl towards the medical ward's front desk, where she was assigned a number and sat down at the waiting room.
"Are you holding up fine, Zero Two?" Hiro asked the slightly shorter girl.
"I'm... Feeling alright." Zero Two replied to Hiro.
"Okay, tell me if anything feels off." Hiro informed, only for the nurse to come out and call the girl in.
Hiro waited what seemed like and eternity until he was allowed to enter the office. As he walked into the office, he saw Zero Two sat on the covered bed sitting. She looked up at the opening door and smiled at Hiro.
"Ah, you are Mr. Tomatsu?" A small man questioned using a hand to guide Hiro to a seat.
"Yes, I'm Mr. Tomatsu." Hiro replied.
I'm Doctor Westwood. As you know your wife is quite ill. She has told me you both have been procreating yes?" Doctor Westwood continued to interrogate Hiro.
"Uh..." Hiro became skiddish. "Y-Yes."
"I see. Well your wife has something you would call... Morning sickness. It tends to be when the female counterpart is preparing to nuture an embryo." The doctor continued.
"What, so you're saying my wife is pregnant?" Hiro's face lit up.
"Well, not necessarily, there are many problems down the road, and we can only really know once three months have past." The small man told Hiro.
"Oh..." Hiro's expression died a tad bit.
"I would suggest you to come back whenever you can. I'm going to prescribe your wife some folic acid tablets. A pill a day with a glass of water should be enough." The doctor wrote a small note and signed it, handing it to Hiro.
"Alright, You can be off now." The doctor shooed them both away.
wheeee were getting places. i dont know why i still write this little notes, i only fill them with jokes. only a few sentences tend to be informal.