-Two Weeks Later-

Phil woke up in the middle of the night feeling nauseated. He got up slowly, being careful not to disturb Mark, & went into the bathroom. He rubbed his hand lightly over his stomach as he leaned over the toilet. He leaned over it for a few moments, but nothing happened. He then tried getting up, but as soon as he did, vomit came up through his throat. He did that for a few minutes before he felt like his body may have been finished. Again, when he tried to get up, he vomited some more.

Mark stirred awake when he heard muffled sounds coming from the bathroom. He looked over at the clock, it read 4:07AM. He rubbed his eyes & got up heading toward the bathroom. He pushed the door in to find Phil hovered over the toilet vomiting his guts out. He knelt down behind him, placing his hand on the small of Phil's back & pulling back the onyx locks with the other. Phil groaned as he flushed the toilet for what seemed like the millionth time. After a few minutes, Phil sat his head up & wiped his eyes.

Mark kissed his forehead & reached up to grab a small cup. He poured a mix of mouthwash & water in it, then handed it to Phil. He took it & swished it around his mouth for about a minute before spitting it out. He practically fell into Mark's chest & closed his eyes.

"You feel better, baby?"

"No, I feel like shit. My tummy hurts bad," Phil complained.

Mark rubbed Phil's back in an effort to comfort the smaller man. "Want me to get you some warm ginger ale? It will help to settle your stomach."

"Ewwwl, I hate ginger ale," Phil giggled.

"OK then," Mark laughed. "Let's go back to bed then."

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"Uh, Phil, have you been getting enough rest lately? You're looking more tired than you usually do," Jeff inquired.

"Not really. I've been feeling really sick to my stomach lately. It's like I've been throwing up everything lately. I can't get over it," Phil whined.

"Hmm, well, maybe this is your curse," Cody chuckled.

'My what?!"

'Your curse. You know the one that gypsy lady put on you a couple weeks ago?" Matt, Jeff, & Cody roared with laughter.

"Oh please! Do you think I believe that crap? Give me a break. I probably just has a stomach virus or something."

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"I'm taking you to the emergency room," Mark stated.

"But Maaark, I hate the doctor. I don't wanna go," Phil pouted, writhing from the pain in his stomach.

"You've been vomiting non-stop for the past week. Not to mention you've been very tired. Also, you've been having chest pains."

"I have not!"

"So how come every time I try to touch your chest you whine & say it hurts?" Mark cocked his brow.

"My nipples were swollen! Probably from laying wrong, or something," Phil answered.

"Right, I'm taking you to see the doctor. So get up & let's go," Mark ordered.

"Nope. I'm not going anywhere," Phil said sticking out his tongue.

"It's either you get up & got out to the car on your own, or I'm dragging you. Not to mention that I'll spank you for disobeying me."

Phil let out a banshee-like whine & threw his hands at his sides. Mark folded his arms & waited for the ravenette to get dressed. Phil poked his bottom lip out as he walked past Mark to the door. Mark opened the door for Phil, & got him settled in before climbing into the driver's seat. The ride to the hospital was quiet as Phil attempted to ignore Mark. He was fuming on the inside for being forced to go see a doctor. He hated them. All they did was pump people full of drugs, & lie to them telling them it's what will help them to "feel better."

He groaned when they pulled into the hospital parking lot. He almost cried as they walked in through the automatic doors. Phil popped his bubblegum as Mark filled out the paperwork. He whined lightly as a hint to his lover that he wanted out of the hospital. But Mark intended to find out what was going on with Phil, so he ignored the young siren's cries. It seemed like forever before they were finally called in.

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Phil sat on the table, lightly shivering at the coolness of it & the room. They were waiting for the doctor to come back with the results of Phil's urine & blood tests. Phil groaned when the doctor came back in. He was tall, with mocha colored skin & a great set of pearly whites. His name was Dr. Dwight Odom; he was the one who'd put Phil through the torture of the last thirty minutes. He hated being poked, especially with needles. & this guy had poked him at least three times. Phil despised him.

"Cut it out," Mark warned when he saw the glare Phil had on the doctor. Phil snarled & rolled his eyes.

"Well, Mr. Brooks, Mr. Calaway; the good news is you don't have a stomach virus. & the nausea, fatigue, & the tenderness in your chest aren't being caused by any kind of sickness," Dr. Odom stated.

"OK, so if he's seemingly healthy, why all of the symptoms?" Mark asked.

Dr. Odom sighed as he tried to think of an easy way to explain things. "Well the symptoms that he has are quite normal in his situation."

"The fuck you mean 'my situation?'" Phil asked.

"Phil! So help me God...," Mark glared at him, & Phil nodded a sign of apology to the doctor.

"Well, let's just say that Phil is ah... special. As well as his condition."

"How special?" Mark asked.

"Well, I don't know any other way to say this but, ... Phil is pregnant."

[A/N: So you all got introduced to my first OC. Dr. Odom's going to be around a lot in this fic. :D]