A/N: Thanks to Phish Tacko for her help with this!
Ch. 36
"Angelica."
Angelica looked up from the desk she was organizing.
"Yes, Jack?"
"Is there any candy left?"
"There's that bag of candy we bought in the closet." Angelica rolled her eyes. "What's with you and sugar lately?"
Jack shrugged, and got up off the bed to get it. "It helps when I get dizzy and shaky."
"Since when do you get shaky and dizzy?" Angelica was getting concerned. Jack was at seven weeks now, and she didn't want anything to happen to him or the baby.
"Um..." Jack looked around, trying to think of an answer. He'd specifically not mentioned this because he hadn't wanted to worry Angelica, and he'd hoped the symptoms would pass. "Just a few days, now."
"Why didn't you tell me?! When does it happen?"
"Just if I go too long without eating. If I eat sugar, it usually helps." Jack reached into the bag of candy, and pulled out a few Reese's peanut butter cups.
"That sounds like hypoglycemia."
"Hypo-what-now?"
"Hypoglycemia. Low blood sugar. Maybe it's got to do with you being pregnant."
"Oh. Maybe," Jack said, taking another bite. "I love these little peanut butter things. Can we get more of them?"
"If you eat healthier food every few hours, you won't need to eat candy to keep from fainting."
"Yeah, but that's not as fun."
Angelica sighed. "Whatever, Jack."
Jack shrugged again and continued eating his beloved candy.
"Can I have a piece?" Angelica asked, after a few moments.
"Maybe."
"Come on, fatso. Give me a piece."
Jack looked insulted. "Oi, I'm pregnant, not fat!"
While he was talking, Angelica took the chance to pull the bag of candy out of Jack's hand. She took a piece for herself.
"I know, I just figured I'd distract you."
Jack pouted. "That's mean."
"No it's not."
"Okay, it's not."
Angelica took a Jolly Rancher.
"Angelica?" Jack asked after she began eating it.
"Yes?" She asked in between bouts of rolling the candy around on her tongue.
"I'm dizzy again."
"Really?"
"I think I'm going to faint now."
"What?"
The next thing she knew, Jack was lying on the bed, unconscious again.
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"Jack, you have to go to the doctor. This week. I told Will to start turning the ship back towards the US. I've also called Dr. Schnabel, and he's going to give you an exam as soon as you get there."
"You didn't have to do that. I'm fine."
"No you're not. You fainted."
"I was only out for a few moments," Jack replied, rubbing his eyes.
"You were out for three hours. I thought you were in a coma."
"Oh."
"Yeah. We'll be back in about five days' time. From now until then, you're going to eat every three hours, more often if you're feeling sick that day. Schnabel says that's the best way to handle it for now."
"I don't need a schedule, Angelica," Jack said, somewhat annoyed. He didn't want someone else controlling his life.
"You need one. Do you want the baby to be healthy? You can't be passing out all the time."
Jack pouted. "Throw that in my face. Fine. I'll follow your schedule."
"Good."
"Great."
"So you need to eat now."
"I'm not hungry, though."
"You have to eat. I'm not going to argue. Elizabeth made some steak and vegetables."
Jack thought this over. "That actually sounds good." He rubbed his stomach. He could feel the small bump even though he was not even two months along. "I'm showing already."
"We established that a few weeks ago. It's not that bad," Angelica said, wrapping an arm around him.
"I feel fat. I shouldn't be showing this soon," Jack sighed. "Why does everything happen to me? First the hypoglycemia, now this..."
"You're cranky because you need to eat. Let's go," Angelica said, helping Jack up.
"Meh."
"Come on, Sparrow." Angelica started walking up the stairs.
"Coming, coming," Jack said, walking behind her. They got up on deck, when Jack started running for the side.
"Jack?" Angelica questioned.
"Hold on…"
A second later, Jack was throwing up over the side.