Orion's breath caught. The news brought a mix of relief and fear. He looked at Abraxas, his eyes wide with a complex blend of emotions.
Abraxas stepped closer, his face softening as he reached out to Orion. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
Orion nodded slowly, his voice trembling. "I'm relieved to know for sure. It's just… everything is still so overwhelming."
Sirius placed a comforting hand on Orion's shoulder. "This is a lot to process, but we'll work through it together. The most important thing is that you and the baby are okay."
Lucius, still processing the news, offered a supportive nod. "We need to consider what this means for the future, but for now, focus on your health and well-being."
Narcissa approached with a sympathetic expression. "You're not alone in this, Orion. We'll support you in whatever decisions you need to make."
Orion took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Thank you, everyone. I'm just so scared about what comes next. I want to do what's best for the baby, but I don't know how."
Abraxas gently squeezed Orion's hand. "We'll figure it out together. We'll make sure you get the care and support you need, and we'll plan for the future. One step at a time."
The healer nodded in agreement. "If you have any questions or need assistance, please let me know. We'll make sure you have all the resources you need."
As the healer prepared to leave, the room was filled with a cautious sense of hope. The confirmation had resolved one aspect of the situation, but the road ahead was still uncertain. With the support of those around him, Orion began to face the challenges ahead with renewed determination and comfort, knowing he was not alone.
As morning light began to filter through the curtains, Orion woke feeling more rested than he had in days. The brief respite had been a welcome relief, but it was short-lived as a familiar wave of nausea began to rise. He sat up in bed, his stomach churning with discomfort.
He glanced around the room, noticing the quiet presence of Sirius, Abraxas, Narcissa, and Lucius, who had all been nearby through the night. Orion took a deep breath and slowly got out of bed, trying to steady himself.
The nausea intensified, and Orion made his way to the bathroom with a pained groan. He reached the sink, hunched over, trying to alleviate the discomfort. His body tensed as he prepared for another bout of sickness.
The sound of Orion's distress stirred the others. Abraxas quickly got up and followed Orion to the bathroom. He knocked softly before entering, his face filled with concern as he saw Orion leaning over the sink.
"Orion, are you okay?" Abraxas asked gently, placing a comforting hand on his back.
Orion looked up, his face pale and sweat beading on his forehead. "I'm just feeling nauseous again. It's been rough."
Abraxas nodded sympathetically, grabbing a cool, damp cloth and gently placing it on Orion's forehead. "Let's get you through this. Take your time. If you need anything, just let me know."
As Orion continued to struggle with the nausea, Sirius, Narcissa, and Lucius gathered at the door, their expressions a mix of concern and helplessness. Narcissa stepped forward, holding a glass of water. "Here, try to sip this slowly. It might help settle your stomach."
Orion took the glass with a shaky hand and sipped the water slowly, hoping for some relief. The combination of Abraxas's soothing presence and Narcissa's offer helped a little, though the nausea was persistent.
Lucius, observing the situation with a solemn expression, said, "We need to ensure that you get the right care and support. This ongoing nausea is a sign we should consult the healer again."
Abraxas nodded in agreement, his hand still resting gently on Orion's back. "We'll make sure to address this. Your health and comfort are our priority."
As the nausea slowly began to subside, Orion leaned against the sink, feeling exhausted but grateful for the support of those around him. The road ahead was still uncertain, but the presence and care of his friends and family provided a source of strength and reassurance as he faced the challenges of the day.
Abraxas stepped forward, his concern evident. He gently wrapped his arms around Orion's trembling body, pulling him close. Orion rested his head against Abraxas's shoulder, finding a small measure of comfort in his embrace.
Abraxas's touch was tender as he held Orion securely. He placed gentle kisses on Orion's forehead and along his neck, his voice soothing. "You're okay. Just breathe. I'm here for you."
Orion closed his eyes, finding peace in Abraxas's warm presence. The affectionate gestures, along with Abraxas's calming words, helped to ease some of the distress he felt. Though the nausea was still present, the support from Abraxas provided a small but meaningful respite.
"You're doing great," Abraxas murmured softly, continuing to hold Orion close. "We'll get through this together. Just take it one moment at a time."
As Abraxas held him, Orion felt a wave of gratitude and relief. Despite the physical discomfort, the emotional support he received was a powerful reminder that he was not alone in facing the challenges ahead. The bond between them, expressed through these gentle, reassuring gestures, offered a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.