Three months later…
Lisa showed up to work as usual, happy to be there, as there was a really weird snag on one of the airplanes, and she really wanted to get it fixed. The other guys had been having so many issues working on the problem, it really would be great if she could figure it out. Her mind was on the airplane in front of her. She changed out of her clothes and into her coveralls. Dirty, grease-stained, navy blue coveralls, zipped over a white tank top and her underwear. She slid on her clunky steel-toed boots, and got to it. She sat down on the floor beside the plane with a laptop. On the laptop were all of the technical manuals and troubleshooting steps for that specific airplane. She dove into it, absorbing information and processing possibilities in her head. She tinkered around in the shop toolkit. As she got into her work, concentration showed on her face. She had her eyebrows pursed and a crooked grimace on her face, as she often did when she was working hard.
Some of her co-workers started to show up. She gave a quick wave from under the airplane, where she was currently tightening up hydraulic lines with a large wrench, trying to stem the source of this leak. She knew this would have been the first things the other guys tried, but you never knew, sometimes planes were picky. She overheard one of her workmates shout at the other one, "Oy Dave! Didja see Raw last night? The Bella twins were looking fucking spectacular!" Lisa felt her heart drop a little bit. She hadn't heard from Sheamus in a couple of weeks. Initially after he'd left, they'd texted pretty regularly, at least most days, for a month, month and a half. Things had gotten quieter since, and in the last couple of weeks, had really tapered off to nothing. Lisa knew that they'd both been busy. He was in the middle of yet another country-wide tour, with a lot of press. She knew because she'd been watching Raw like a schoolgirl, just to catch glimpses of him. She'd watched some interviews as well, and ruminated on the great time they'd had. She never thought anything more would happen, that would be silly, but she'd really enjoyed talking with him, and hoped it would pick up soon.
Lisa started to wish she'd never eaten that BLT on a bagel for breakfast. Her stomach was starting to feel awful. She tried to carry on with her work, but every passing minute made her feel worse. Her mouth started to produce way too much saliva, and she was swallowing far more often than usual. She started to feel waves of alternating heat and chills all over, and she had a slick sweat start to pop out all over her body. She was afraid she was going to puke. Lisa dropped the wrench, and ran for the washroom. She barely made it into a stall when she threw up. It was violent, and made her stomach muscles scream with effort. She popped blood vessels in her eyes from the strain, and sat down on the floor when she was done, completely spent. After a few minutes, she washed her face in the sink, and brushed her teeth, to get the awful taste out of her mouth. "No more Tim Horton's for breakfast," she vowed to herself. She went back to work and stuck to easier to digest foods for the rest of the day.
That evening, she still felt sick. Lisa wondered if she was coming down with something. One of the guys had mentioned his kid having the flu last week, so maybe he'd brought it with him to work. The next morning, she called into work. She'd puked twice the night before, and once in the shower when she got up. It was getting a little bit ridiculous; she hadn't eaten anything, and was only puking up green, foamy bile. She decided to call her family doctor to see if she could get an appointment. She got one for later that day because of a cancellation, and went in.
The doctor asked what the problem was, and Lisa explained to her what had been going on the past couple of days. The doctor said, "Well, there has been a nasty weeklong flu going around, but is there any chance you could be pregnant?"
"Nope, I'm on the pill," Lisa replied.
"Well, I get that, but have you had any unprotected sex in the past little while?"
"Ha! No time for that…uh, well actually, yes, I did, about three months ago," Lisa said quietly.
"Okay, so we'll do a urine pregnancy test, and then if it's negative, we'll get you some anti-nauseants and see what we can do for you." The doctor left to get what she needed.
Lisa started to panic. What if? What the fuck if? What would she do? She was single, doing well at her career, this was not a good time for her. The doctor came back in with a small lidded jar. "Go have a pee in this, and bring it back to me." Lisa did as she was asked, and carried her jar of urine back to the doctor. The doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves, took the jar from Lisa, and opened the lid. She put a small, cottony-looking stick in the urine. Within about twenty seconds, Lisa could see the two pink lines show up.
She looked up at the doctor and asked hopefully, "Two means negative, right? Right?"