Pregnant

Today, I tried not to think about what happened last week and just decided to go to work the next day because it's Monday. I tried hard not to dwell on it so much as it will only make me feel terrible.

"Good morning," Alex greeted me as he showed me a box of donuts.

"Thanks," I said and took one piece from it and continued to eat it. "Coffee?" He offered me a cup of coffee from his 'Donut Store.'

"No thanks," I declined.

"You alright?" He asked.

"I'll be fine," I said sort of gloomy.

"I've been hearing things," He said.

"Oh?" I was thinking about what he's going to hear.

"Well, I heard that your patient for today is an idol from Korea." He said.

"What?!" I almost screamed.

"Oh, well, I'm just kidding," He said.

"Oh, okay," I said.

"Alright, here's the patient's data," He handed me a file packed with various sheets packed with medical data.

"Okay," I said and continued to eat the donut. After a few seconds, I then continued, "Who's your patient?"

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" He laughed. "It's a very famous idol from a very famous girl group."

"Oh, gosh, stop teasing me!" I said.

"I'm really not!" He said as he continued to laugh. "Well, good luck for today." He was about to leave when he suddenly remember something "By the way, I saw you at the bar last time. You were having a good time with Vi..." I didn't let him finish.

This is what I am talking about. I don't want anyone to find out how miserable I am that day.

"Cut it off, Alex. I just went and enjoyed my youth, what so wrong about that?" I asked him and he looks confused before he slowly nodded his head and start walking away.

I sighed.

I don't want to remember that one night stands again.

Thankfully my day was fine and I was able to do my job properly.

"Eating disorder," the idol said to me as she looks down. She looks so thin and I diagnosed her with an eating disorder.

After checking her weight, I found that she is actually not underweight. Her doctor has not noticed her condition yet. She looked healthy. Just her eating habits that are bad.

"The comments online are affecting me so much that I don't want to do anything anymore. I don't want to eat." She said, staring at the floor.

I looked at her and sigh. "Don't worry. I am a doctor and not everyone needs to know about their disorder. I just want to see you get better soon. What's the problem?"

She looked up at me. "The problem is that I feel as if my life is going to end very soon."

She looked sick, so I had to be careful not to ask her the details of her condition. I am not a doctor yet so I can't take that risk. I know it's not a healthy one.

It's better if she told me her problem and I can help her out.

"Did you mean to tell me something about this?" I asked her.

"No. I am not thinking of suicide. I just don't want to live anymore."

I have to admit she was a bit extreme in her comment, but that's how she is right now. So I have to be patient with her. I know what she meant.

"I understand, dear. Just hang on and be brave, okay? It will be all right. I promise." I told her and her eyes looked sadder than they were.

"I know you are saying that. But I don't believe you," she told me and I sighed.

"What do you want me to do then? Tell me so I can do my best to help you out?"

We spend our day talking about her.

Months passed and my life continues like that until one day, I woke up feeling heavy.

I ran to the bathroom when I feel like I am going to puke. And I vomited a lot. Then I called the ambulance. I was really scared.

"How are you feeling now?" A doctor asked me.

She's a friend of mine and we both graduated from the same medical school. "I feel terrible, Sophie. I didn't even drink or eat anything bad." I told her.

It's just weird that lately I kept on craving some weird food and I am gaining weight too. I tried to explain to the doctor that there was a reason for it, but she told me that I should just be patient and forget about all the weird foods.

"When is your last... sexual activity, Megan?" She asked me and I frowned a little.

I said I want to forget about my one-night stand so why is she reminding me of sex?

Until it hit me...

"Oh no..." I said

"I don't know, Megan, but you're showing some symptoms of pregnancy."

Oh no!