Sorry this took longer than I expected. I've had a baaaaaad case of writer's block. Its all good though now(: Review((:
Elena gapes at the site before . Robin's basement has quite literally been transformed into a hospital room, complete with a hospital bed, a gray padded examining table just like at the doctor's office, rows upon rows of clear cabinets, medical supplies like gauze pads and syringes peaking out. A long cabinet stretches from corner to corner, littered in an organized manner with more medical supplies and medical papers. A filing cabinet peaks out from the corner and Elena wonders just how many patients Dr. Robin has had. She recognizes an ultrasound machine in the corner underneath a stethoscope connected to the wall from various movies and TV shows.
"Talk about bringing your work home with you," Damon says.
"What can I say Damon?" Dr. Robin asks. "I treat a wide variety of patients, not all being human and able to go the hospital."
"Good for me," Elena says, giving Damon a "Be nice" look.
She surveys the room, getting familiar with it. She'll certainly spend enough time here in the next 8 months or so. Mind as well get familiar now.
"Elena," Dr. Robin says, voice transitioning into doctor mode. "If you'll have a seat on the examining table I'm going to ask you a couple of questions and then we'll get started."
Elena takes a deep breath and walks to the table, sitting on it.
Dr. Robin picks up a clip board and sits down on the chair, wheeling herself closer to Elena.
"Alright Elena," she says. "Let's begin. When was the first day of your last period?"
Elena has counted to this day so many times, she knows it by heart. She doesn't skip a beat trying to think. "December 3rd."
Damon stands as still as a statue, arms crossed tight over his chest and watches Elena and the doctor. No expression, no comments, no emotion radiating from his body. Moments like these are when Elena can see how not human Damon is, even though she already knows that. If a random person off the street saw him at this moment, they might not know exactly what he is, but they would know it isn't natural. A normal human being can't be that motionless. Its impossible.
She writes that down and doesn't look up as she asks, "Vomiting?"
"Yes."
"Light headedness?"
"Yes."
"Fatigue?"
"Have your breasts been sore at all?"
Elena blushes and keeps her eyes locked tight on Dr. Robin, not allowing her gaze to stray to Damon.
"Yes."
"Alright," she says, lowering the clipboard to her lap. "We can try to do an ultrasound but I can't give you a 100% guarantee that we will be able to seen anything. Or I can drawl blood and ship it to the hospital, but you won't get that back for a couple of days at best."
"Why won't an ultrasound work?" Elena asks.
"If you are pregnant-"
"The test said she was," Damon interrupts, eyebrows furrowed.
Elena and Dr. Robin both turn to him. "Yes, but there are such things as false positives Damon. Its just double checking."
Damon nods, slipping back into his statue like pose.
Elena tears her gaze away from Damon and looks back at Dr. Robin, waiting for her to continue what she was saying before he interrupted.
"As I was saying," Dr. Robin says, giving Damon a pointed look; a look he ignores and continues to stare at Elena, an unreadable look on his face "If you are pregnant you can't be more than a little over 4 weeks so we may not be able to see anything on the screen."
Dr. Robin notices Elena's panicked look and quickly adds, "But of course, that's not uncommon."
Elena nods.
"If you'll just lie back on the examining table we can get started."
Elena does, resting her head against the puffy, comfortable pillow. She watches as Dr. Robin gets up, clipboard in hand and walks to a cabinet, setting the clipboard down and opening the glass door to reach in and grab a bottle of something, all the while feeling Damon's piercing gaze on her. Dr. Robin walks back over and begins messing with the ultrasound machine. Elena waits with little patience as Dr. Robin uncaps the bottle she had gotten from the cabinet.
"This gel will help me to get a better look of what's happening in there," she explains. "If you'll just lift your shirt it we'll get started."
Elena takes off Damon's jacket and he takes it without a word. She lifts her shirt, only stopping when her bra was in danger of showing, all the awhile thankful that she wore low rise jeans. She would not have been happy having to pull down her pants, even the smallest amount.
"This may be a little cold," Dr. Robin says. She squirts some of the clear jell on her stomach and Elena jumps slightly.
"Sorry."
She picks up the ultrasound probe and places it on Elena's still flat stomach.
The three of them watch anxiously- thought not everyone of those three will dare admit it- as a image begins to form on the TV like screen. It makes no sense to Elena. All she sees is different shades of gray, nothing more nothing less. Dr. Robin moves it all around her stomach, staring at the screen intently. Elena glances at Damon, who is staring at the screen, eyebrows mashed together. She wonders if he understand what he sees or if he is just as confused as Elena is.
Dr. Robin stops moving and studies the screen.
After a painful few minutes, she breaks the thick silence.
She points to one spot in the screen, where there is a slight color change. A lighter color, lighter than the surrounding gray.
"Do you see that?" she asks.
"Yes," Elena says.
"That's your baby."
Elena's eyes widen and she looks closer at the little blob on the screen. That blob is her baby.
She can't speak. Even if she could she wouldn't know what to say. She knew she was pregnant when she came to this house. It shouldn't have this amount of effect on her. The only explanation Elena can think of is actually seeing it has shocked her past words. Its one thing reading a word, its another seeing it.
Dr. Robin presses a few buttons and seconds later, Elena hears a noise. Like a printer printing a picture. Funny. Elena hadn't noticed a printer when she entered the room.
"I'll just save this into my database and we'll finish up," she says.
Elena nods, not yet trusting her voice.
After finishing up, Dr. Robin wipes the stuff off of Elena's stomach and Elena sits up, happy to be unexposed again.
Elena watches Dr. Robin fuss around the room, reaching into different cabinets and pulling out a small box, pulling something out a drawer, going to the corner of the room where a printer sits beside an expensive looking computer.
She walks back over and hands Elena three things: a box of prenatal vitamins, a business card that has her number on it and a photo of the ultrasound.
"Take one of the vitamins once everyday," she says. "I know Damon has my number, but you need it too. If you ever have any questions don't hesitate to call. I want you to come back here in two weeks, unless you feel like you need to come back before. And we'll go from there."
Elena nods. "Alright."
"Do either of you have any questions?" she asks, looking between Elena and Damon.
They both shake their heads.
Minutes later Elena sits in the passenger aside seat of Damon's car, watching him and the doctor talk lowly. She wonders what they're talking about, though she's sure it is her. The doctor glances at her every couple of seconds and Elena fidgets, not happy that they don't feel comfortable talking to her about her.
After another few minutes, Dr. Robin goes back inside and Damon gets into the car, not saying a word about what they had been talking about.
"Ready?" Damon asks.
Elena nods and they drive back to Mystic Falls in silence, all the while Elena imaging what they had been talking about, though she didn't ask.