"Why the hell do they keep you waiting so long?" Skye moaned, getting antsy and bouncing her leg up and down.
"When you call the day before and say 'Hey Doc I'm in LA tomorrow and I need to see you' you take what you're given." Ward told her, placing his hand on her knee to stop it bouncing.
"We've been waiting an hour!"
"There is no rush. We have all day."
"Mr Ward. The doctor will see you now." A nurse announced.
"Finally!" Skye breathed, jumping to her feet and following the nurse with Ward trailing behind her.
They were led down a few corridors to a room.
"I'm sorry. Where's the bathroom?" Skye asked taking a deep breath and holding her hand to her mouth.
The nurse ran into the room and got her a bowl before Skye stuck her head in it. The nurse started rubbing her hand up and down Skye's back to soothe her.
Knowing Skye was in good hands Ward went into the room.
"Hey Doc!"
"Tell me that you haven't destroyed another joint?"
"Not me this time Doc. Did you manage to do that research?" Ward told him with a small laugh pointing to the retching sounds coming from the door.
"Ah!"
Skye stumbled through the door supported by the nurse and took her seat.
"How long have you been vomiting for?" the doctor asked her.
Skye looked at him and as she struggled to gain control over her stomach Ward answered:
"Just over a week and a half."
"How bad has it been?"
Skye looked at the doctor before putting her head back in the bucket.
"I guess it's been bad." The doctor said, walking over to a cabinet, reaching for a vile of liquid and a needle. He carefully measured a dose and injected it into Skye's arm.
"That should help." He told her before taking his seat again.
"Well?" Ward asked.
"Have you done a test?" the doctor asked Ward who shook his head.
The doctor nodded to the nurse to leave the room. He knew as well as Ward that they wouldn't be able to talk openly with her there.
"It's hard to get hold of one when you live on a plane." Skye said, the colour slowly returning to her cheeks.
"Hop onto the bed and lift your top up." The doctor ordered her.
Afraid she was going to throw up again Skye slowly, with the help of Ward and the doctor made it onto the bed. She lifted her top and recoiled as the cool air hit her cold skin.
"It's going to get colder!" the doctor warned her, pulling a machine over and picking a tube off it.
He squirted a clear gel onto Skye's stomach and picked up the end of the machine. Ward thought it looked like a shop scanner. He flicked a switch on the machine and placed the scanner onto Skye's skin making her flinch.
"I did warn you." He chuckled.
He moved the wand around which created an image on the screen.
Ward saw him crease his brow and pause the image.
"I'm sorry. I am going to have to get an OBGYN consult." He said putting the scanner down and walking over to his phone.
Ward and Skye looked at each other. They were worried.
"Doc. What is it?" Skye asked in a scared voice.
"It's nothing to worry about. I just want to double check something." He said, picking the scanner up and running it over Skye's stomach again.
Ward was watching the monitor intently trying to figure out what the doc had seen.
"Doc. I don't have a clue what any of the images are, but is that what I think it is?" he asked, suddenly noticing something and pointing at it on the screen.
"That's what I want to check." The doctor said with a smile.
Ward sat down on a chair in shock.
"What? What's going on?" Skye asked as someone knocked on the door.
"Enter!" the doctor shouted, placing a reassuring hand on Skye's shoulder.
"You called for a consult?" a pretty blonde haired woman asked.
"Yeah. I just need you to look at this ultrasound. Skye, Grant. This is Doctor Metcalf."
Doctor Metcalf took the scanner and proceeded to scan Skye's stomach.
Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into quarter of an hour.
"Will someone please tell me what is going on?" Skye demanded.
"You are definitely pregnant." Ward's doctor told her.
"Seven to eight weeks according to this scan." Dr Metcalf confirmed.
Skye looked as though she were about to faint.
"I take it this is unexpected?" she asked them.
"Definitely!" Skye replied.
"Slightly problematic too." Ward interjected
Dr Metcalf gave him a quizzical look.
"We live on a plane."
"That isn't a problem until you reach 24 weeks."
"So what's wrong with the baby?" Skye asked again, hoping this time she would get an answer.
"Absolutley nothing." Dr Metcalf told her.