A new trend started. In the coming of many days, Brooklyn would wake up and he would feel nauseated within a short time after waking up. He couldn't bring himself to eat breakfast anymore in the early evening. He had to wait until the morning hours to eat.
He had no idea what was happening to his body. He felt cramping at times down in his stomach. He would also get lightheaded too. His chest also started to feel strange too, like he would get tingly nipples. He was more concerned about his stomach issues.
Brooklyn would never get sick so soon after waking up. He figured that there might be some leftover food still in his digestive tract considering how late he was fed now.
When Irene made a stop in to see him, she asked, "How are you feeling tonight?"
"How do I look like how I feel?!" He snapped at her. "With how late you are now feeding me, what are you putting on my food?! I'm always waking up and feeling like my stomach hates me! And what's up with those pills you are making me take?!" He was really upset.
"We aren't putting anything extra on your food at all. Everything we give you for your food is all organic, that I assure you." Irene explained. "The pills are just for the nausea that we see you having every night now. Maybe there's something in your digestion that's off. And I must say, what's up with you never using the toilet to empty your bowels out? Does your stone sleep get rid of old food too from the night before?"
"As far as I know. It seems that way. But… oh…" Brooklyn was feeling a churning in his belly right that moment. He then grabbed his beak and ran for the toilet and barfed up some bile.
When he was done, he was breathing hard. "Oh, I hate this…" Brooklyn sat against the wall with a hand over his stomach.
"Yeah, throwing up can make your stomach hurt too. Do you feel like you need some medicine right now?" she asked him.
"Anything to make this pain stop." Brooklyn moaned.
There was just something in his voice that made what she was doing feel like she was liking what was happening to him. She eyed his belly. She wanted to examine him so badly.
"I'll get you some anti-nausea medicine." Irene said. She left and returned with a bottled water for him along with two pills. "Here, swallow these. They should take the edge off the nausea in a bit."
Brooklyn was still shaky after vomiting but he got up and got the pills and water from her. He gladly took the pills to try to relieve the nausea. "Thanks."
"Welcome. Why don't you go for a glide and distract yourself for a bit. Get some fresh air." Irene declared. "You always seem to love going outside."
"Yeah, sure." Brook replied. He took her advice and went outside to get some air.
He spread his wings and took a glide around the dome outside. It did help to clear his head a bit more. He still liked being outdoors more than anything. He would also walk around his enclosure and just sit on the rocks too. And occasionally, he would go for a swim as well. But he hadn't felt like swimming since the nausea started.
When he went back inside after gliding, there was a can of ginger ale waiting for him. Ginger was good for pregnancy nausea too. He gladly downed it.
He was getting tired of the foods that he was currently being fed night after night. Just toast, bananas, apples, and crackers.
When Frank came in to feed him, he instantly snapped, "I don't want to eat this anymore! I want something meaty! A steak, or some chicken or something."
"Sure, and if it makes you sick?" Frank questioned.
"I'll take my chances." Brooklyn proclaimed.
"Alright." Frank went to switch out the food with some lean chicken, grapes, carrots, mashed potatoes, and a steak for him.
Brooklyn was glad to get something really meaty this time. He liked the other food options too. Of course, this was a test to see what he could tolerate at this time. Only he would come to regret it later.
Just before sunrise, Brooklyn found himself running to the toilet while watching tv and throwing up a good portion of his dinner. He saw that there was the steak in the toilet.
Frank came in with some peppermint tea for him. Brooklyn smelled it. It did smell kind of good. "What is that?" Brook asked.
"Peppermint tea. It should also help settle your stomach." Frank replied.
Brooklyn gladly took the tea and sipped it. "Hmm. This is really good." He grinned.
"Good you like it." Frank said.
"Can I have some more?" Brooklyn asked when he finished it.
"Sure." Frank replied and got him some more. "You can feel free to ask whatever you feel you need."
"What about letting me go home?" Brooklyn asked.
"Except that. I'm sorry." Frank said sadly.
"Come on, Frank. You know I'm not happy here. I feel claustrophobic just being here. I feel like I can't breathe at times. It's even worse with what's going on with my stomach on a nightly basis now. Please." Brooklyn explained, pleading virtually. "I need my clan."
"I wish I could." Frank said, leaving to get him more tea.
Brooklyn looked down sadly, flattening his ears. He looked down at his belly, rubbing it. "What is going on with you?" He inquired. It gurgled but was silent after.
Frank soon returned and let him sip the tea. He finished it before the sun rose again. He had a melancholy look on his face as he turned.
…
Among Irene's team, there was a man who was getting jealous that Irene was not paying much attention to him and his projects. He thought about stealing the gargoyle and finishing up her project as his own.
The man's name was Vick. He was a redhead. He had green eyes and stood about 6' himself. He resembled Matt Bluestone a little bit. He also wore glasses. His specialty on the team was advanced genetics.
Irene was constantly watching over the gargoyle. She watched him more on camera than interactions personally. Frank also did more interactions because of being Brooklyn's food and drink deliverer.
Vick planned to do something different with the gargoyle once he had him in his control.
…
It had been well over two weeks since Brooklyn's stomach troubles started, and the nausea constantly bugged him. Irene had started having Brooklyn eat just the gentle foods and ginger ale in the early evening and some more chicken and fruits later in the night.
But finally, Irene came in to see Brooklyn. She figured it was long enough of this, figuring the gargoyle wanted answers too.
"Good evening, Brooklyn." She greeted him.
"What do you want?" Brooklyn asked grumpily.
"Brooklyn, do you want some answers as to what is going on with your belly?" Irene asked.
"Yes, I do." He replied.
"Well, would you be willing to let us in to examine you without a fight?" Irene asked. "I have the doctor here to see you."
The doc came into view. Brook sighed. "Alright. Yes. I want to have answers. I just hope you aren't lying to me about not putting anything bad on my food." Brooklyn exclaimed.
Irene and the doc made their way into his cell. The guards were with them too. Irene knew that Brooklyn was about seven weeks pregnant.
"I'm going to do an ultrasound on you, Brooklyn." The doc stated. "I need you to pull your loincloth down a bit for me and lay down."
Brooklyn eyed the guards. He saw they were eyeing him with hard stares and their guns were at the ready to dart him. He knew he had no choice. He cooperated. He undid his belt and pushed it down a bit. He laid back and kept his hands out of the way.
Irene was pleased to see the wand being put on top of Brooklyn's stomach. The wand was moved around right in the middle of the lower belly. The red male grimaced at the feel of the gel and the pressing on his gut. He was feeling some cramping at the moment. He watched what they did for a moment before looking over, but the screen wasn't turned toward him.
"Sorry if this is uncomfortable, Brooklyn, but it needs to be done." The doc stated.
On the screen, the doc and Irene were seeing an image pop up. On the screen, there was the image of the womb showing one little white blob figure. Then he moved it to the right some more and a second one showed up. The doc smiled. He knew where the embryos were inside the gargoyle. Irene smiled too.
Brooklyn was looking up at the humans and he wasn't liking what he was seeing on their faces. "What's going on?" he asked nervously.
"We are seeing what's going on in your belly." The doc replied. He knew he wasn't to tell Brooklyn just yet.
"We're just seeing some of the digestion going on in your small intestine." Irene declared.
"But does it look like there's anything wrong?" Brook asked.
"No. We don't see any problems whatsoever. Maybe just a part of your intestine just gets some good gas pockets or something." The doc declared.
"It never did before." Brooklyn retorted. "What's going on with me?" He demanded. "I need to be able to eat."
"We know and you will be. You just need to keep on eating the special diet we have you on for a while longer." Irene proclaimed.
"This is ridiculous! Just take me home!" Brooklyn ordered sternly.
"This is your home now, Brooklyn." Irene declared. "Get this through your stubborn mind! You aren't leaving my facility anytime soon!"
Brooklyn couldn't help that he started to cry afterward. The doc finished his ultrasound on him and cleaned off his belly. Then the humans left the cell.
"We'll give you answers later when we know more of what's going on with you." The doc told him.
Brooklyn pulled his loincloth up and redid his belt. He rubbed his belly. What were they hiding from him? Though they said they saw the digestion going on inside him, their answers had seemed so vague to him. They were lying to him! He knew it.
Brooklyn was determined to get to the bottom of what was going on with him. He would make them tell him.
…..
Vick was finally ready to get the gargoyle out of here. He had syringes ready, and he had his own team ready to take the gargoyle out of here.
The man later went and drugged Irene and her team. His teammates drugged all of her staff before they could proceed to get Brooklyn.
Brooklyn was sitting on the bed when a new man came in to see him. "Hello, Brooklyn, is it?" The redheaded man greeted him.
"Who are you?" Brook demanded.
"I am an ally. You say you want to get out of here?" Vick asked.
"Yes, very much." Brook replied, perking up.
"I can help you. Just stick with me." Vick declared.
Brooklyn was too excited to pay attention. Vick let him out of his cell and led him to a helicopter. Just as they were going to it, Vick suddenly jabbed a syringe needle into Brook's shoulder. It made Brook yelp out in pain. He started to stumble about and eventually went down.
"Now you're mine, Brooklyn." Vick grinned proudly.
Two guards came over and picked up the red male. They took him out of Irene's building and restrained his limbs with cuffs. They took him to Vick's facility across the city of Tampa.
Once there, Brooklyn was laid down upon a table. All his limbs were tied down, even his wings and tail too. It was all easier to do what they wanted with him being unconscious.
One of Vick's men went about attaching a gauntlet-like device to Brooklyn's right arm as he had found the best vein in that arm to use. A needle would be kept being injected every night to just keep the red gargoyle unconscious. But the needle would be pulled out before dawn and injected again the next night.
If Brook's stone sleep healed the sedative that Vick was going to see to it, there would be a struggle every night for it to happen. But he didn't care. He then set about putting a feeding tube into Brooklyn's stomach and a breathing aid tube put in Brook's nose.
Brooklyn wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Vick would see to it that his now prize gargoyle would be kept drugged in an unconscious state. At least just through the rest of the first trimester.
Vick couldn't wait to see a swollen belly on the red male. He then set about forcing some liquid food into Brooklyn's stomach. The tube would stay in as it would also catch any vomit that the gargoyle let go of too. Or at least only throughout the nights. There was too much risk of it breaking if was caught in his throat in his stone state. It would be put in every night and taken out every morning before sunrise.
…
Irene and her team all came to later and found that Brooklyn was gone. "NOOOO!" She screamed angrily. "I want that gargoyle back! Find him!" She ordered. "And find Vick! He's not getting away with taking my gargoyle!"
Irene's team knew how determined she was at finding her gargoyle. Anyone who ever betrayed her trust like that was going to be fired for sure, and maybe more severe consequences would follow too.
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