THE CURSED LUNA

Amira pov

Few weeks earlier........

A loud rumble emanates from my stomach, the discomfort overwhelming and difficult to endure. I lie on my bed, tossing and turning, contorted by the agony that has left me in a state of despair. I whispered Tris, suddenly realizing the solitude of my situation. "Oh dear!"

With great effort, I reached for the nightstand where my phone rested. "Tris? Oh, my phone!" I stumbled over my words.

"Tris, I need you," I managed to say, my voice weak and shaky.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Tris's calm and soothing voice replied, "I'm on my way. Hang in there, okay?"

I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Okay... hurry."This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I dropped the phone back onto the nightstand, my arm feeling like lead. The pain in my stomach was getting worse, and I could feel my body starting to shut down. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing, but all I could think about was the agony and the fear of being alone.

Suddenly, I heard the door to my room burst open, and Tris's voice called out, "I'm here! Oh, Emily, what's happening?"

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, and my vision was blurry. I felt Tris's cool hand on my forehead, and his voice was like a balm to my frazzled nerves. "What's going on, Emily? What's happening to you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. "I... don't... know..."

He urged me to go to the hospital in a hurry, but I declined. "No, just take me to the restroom; I need to be sick," I insisted, attempting to make eye contact with him.

Tris's expression was laced with worry, but he nodded and helped me sit up, supporting me as I swayed unsteadily. He half-carried me to the bathroom, holding me upright as I stumbled. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I pushed him away, slamming the door shut behind me.

I made it to the toilet just in time, my body wracked with violent sobs as I emptied my stomach. I felt weak and helpless, my head spinning. After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to stand up, my legs trembling beneath me.

Tris was waiting outside the door, his eyes filled with concern. "Emily, please, let me take you to the hospital. This isn't just a stomach bug, something's seriously wrong."

I shook my head, trying to brush off the dizziness. "I... just need... to rest," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

He hesitated, then nodded. "Okay, but if you're not better soon, I'm taking you to the hospital, no arguments." He helped me back to bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and I knew he was worried sick.

"I am doing well, Tris, though perhaps it's simply the amount of work that's overwhelming. Let's just say we could use some food; please bring me a fruit salad," I mentioned. I held the pillows tightly in my grip.

He frowned while standing next to the bed. "I won't provide you with a fruit salad unless you agree to go to the hospital, Emily."

"I refuse to go; just bring me the fruit salad. Thank you."

Tris's expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing. "Sheelah, don't play games with me. You're not fine, and I know it. You're scaring me."

I forced a weak smile, trying to reassure him. "I'm just stressed, Tris. Really, I'll be okay."

Tris sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "Fine, I'll bring you the fruit salad. But I'm also calling the doctor, and he can decide what to do with you."

My eyes widened in alarm, but Tris just shook his head. "Don't even think about arguing, Emily. I'm doing this."

He turned and left the room, leaving me feeling anxious and trapped. I knew Tris was just trying to help, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in grave danger.

There seems to be a necessity to consult a doctor when experiencing stress, as I felt a sudden movement in my stomach that compelled me to rush to the restroom. This marked the third instance of vomiting, and I found myself unable to control the overwhelming sensations.

As I stumbled out of the restroom, Tris was waiting for me, his face etched with worry. "Emily, that's it. I'm taking you to the hospital, whether you like it or not."

I tried to protest, but my body betrayed me, doubling over in a fresh wave of pain. Tris quickly scooped me up, cradling me in his arms as he hurried out of the room.

"I've already called the doctor, and he's meeting us at the hospital," Tris said, his voice firm but gentle.

I felt a surge of fear at the mention of the doctor's name, but I was too weak to resist. As Tris carried me out of the house, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change forever.

The car ride was a blur, but I vaguely remembered Tris's soothing voice and the sound of sirens in the distance.

"What's going on, Tris?" Someone asked, his eyes scanning my frail form.

Tris filled him in on my symptoms, and the man's expression turned even darker. "Get her into emergency, now," he barked, his voice commanding attention.

As the medical staff rushed me into the hospital, I felt my world spinning out of control. What was happening to me?

The medical staff moved about the room with a sense of urgency, the atmosphere thick with anxiety. I felt a surge of fear as the doctor approached me and gently stroked my hair. She offered me a reassuring smile. What could be so critical that she needed to dismiss the other nurses? "You can all leave now," she said softly, her gaze fixed on them as they exited the room.

"Mrs. Emily, how are you feeling?"

I nodded, responding, "I'm fine," though my heart raced with apprehension.

"You are pregnant, and you have a cryptic pregnancy. How is this possible? This is a serious situation."