I am so sorry for the lack of updates! I hate that my computer was hijacked by mummy dearest. I really wanted to update something fierce, but I couldn't. On the bright side, this story is finished, in a book, on the floor. I just need to type it up. On that note, I need something new to write now. Any ideas? I own nothing. Enjoy.
Jack picked up Gwen and ran to the med-bay. Owen did his normal exam and all her vital signs were fine. By the look of things, she had a head rush and passed out.
"Gwen…Gwen…Gwen!" Owen woke Gwen up gently. The team stood at the railing, a pinprick of apprehension was in the air, they all knew what he was going to find.
Ianto held the rail with white knuckle grip. Jack had taken to biting the skin off his left thumb. Tosh was chewing her lip and looking nervously at the people around her.
Gwen's eyes fluttered open.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Owen said sarcastically, "Gave us a right proper scare. Look at them," He said pointing to Jack, Tosh, and Ianto. "You'd think you were dying' or something!" Owen had good intentions, but bedside manner wasn't necessary when most of your patients are dead. Gwen sat up slowly. She tried to get off the table, but Owen wouldn't let her.
"Oh no you don't, still have some questions." Gwen looked at the rest of the team with wide eyes; they looked on, knowing that there was nothing they could do.
"Okay, so, fainting, vomiting, irritability, is there anything I'm leaving out?"
"Nope, I guess I have a flu I can't shake." Gwen tried getting up again, but Owen put his hands on her shoulders.
"Not for this long. Lemme see something." He laid Gwen back down and lifted her shirt up. Gwen had taken to wearing loose fitting clothes since she had been experiencing a case of the oncoming baby bump. It was small, but not hard to miss. She'd started getting dressed in the bathroom since Rhys still didn't know. But Owen, being a doctor, could tell right away.
"Congrats Gwen, how far along are you?" Owen didn't smile. He really didn't care.
"Bout three months…"
"Three months…that would mean…" Owen pointed to himself. "Oh my God…" and with that he ran from the Hub.
"Owen!" Gwen called after him, but it was too late. He was gone. All Gwen could do was roll over, and cry on the cold, metal autopsy table.
"I'll go get him." Jack whispered to Tosh and Ianto. He grabbed up his coat and chased after the young medic.