Chapter 3 Pregnant !

IVANKA'S POV

"Oh, fuck! I feel like I'm dying!"

It wasn't exactly the best feeling ever being rushed to the emergency room at 2:04 in the morning. Thank goodness for my parents, otherwise I would've probably been dead.

I groaned, clutching my stomach tightly as they rolled me in on a stretcher. Was this really happening? I got back from Bali a month ago, and then my body started acting up. I overlooked the pains and all, thinking it was just tiredness and the jetlag.

All of a sudden, at two in the morning, I experienced the most excruciating pains of my life. I stared up at the fluorescent lights of the hospital, as the nurses wheeled me in on a stretcher.

Every single movement felt like hell and I held on tight for dear life. My mom held my hand gently, following me, "Darling, you'll be okay." She cried out, panicking beside me. My vision became blurry and all of a sudden I felt like throwing up, but it didn't come out.

Finally, I was wheeled into a hospital room and administered with IV. I calmed down after a few minutes, my mom sobbing beside me. The drugs made me very woozy, so I drifted off to sleep.

My eyes fluttered open as I heard murmurs around me. My head ached, and as I reached up to touch it, I saw needles injected into my skin. I was still in the hospital. I managed to shift a little towards the direction of the voice.

My mother and the doctor were conversing about me probably. She turned back, glancing at me, and realized that I was now awake. "Doctor, she's up." She breathed a sigh of relief, moving closer to me and kissing my forehead.

"How are you feeling, Ivanka?" The chubby doctor asked, looking down at me through his heavily prescripted glasses. "I'm fine." I managed to croak out, gently putting my hand against my throat.

"Water. She needs water," My mother rushed to her bag, pulling out a bottle of water and bringing it up to my lips. I was parched and drank the whole bottle, before resting back into the bed.

"I'm Dr. Gupta, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told your mother," He said in a stringent tone. "It's a stomach bug, you will be fine. We've flushed your stomach out, so you should be feeling better by now, yes?"

I nodded my head slowly, my brain still processing all that he had just said. At least I could move now, that was good progress. "Err...we also ran a few tests and found a bit of alcohol in your system." He looked at his clipboard, reading through it. "That'll be all, you just sit tight. We are still running tests and will perform an ultrasound to make sure none of your internal organs are damaged." He nodded, making his way out of the hospital room.

Grace turned to me angrily, "What is your problem, Ivanka? Do you have a death wish?" She yelled, her face turning red.

"I-I'm sorry, it was just a little," I muttered, looking away from her in shame. I couldn't bear to look at her, she was the one who found me lying unresponsive and foaming at the mouth a while ago.

"Just a little won't cut it, Ivanka." She clenched her jaw, taking hold of my hand. I sighed as she held my gaze, "You know it's not good for you, so please."

I nodded solemnly, gulping hard. I hated seeing my mother like this, it was always my fault.

Two nurses came in with equipment and told me to lift my shirt up. They put a cool gel on my tummy and started the ultrasound. I couldn't see anything but my mother could.

"We'll be right back." The female nurse said as they both left the room. "Did you see anything, Mom?" I asked, unable to read her facial expression.

"I mean...either I don't know how to look at ultrasounds or I'm blind, but I couldn't see anything." She joked, rolling her eyes. My hands trembled and beads of sweat formed in the room full of AC.

I wasn't sure what to expect.

Dr. Gupta came back into the room, with his clipboard in hand. He moved closer to me and used his stethoscope to measure my heartbeat. I didn't need any doctor to tell me that it was beating fast as hell.

"Doctor, what's the diagnosis? Is my daughter going to be fine or do we have an actual problem on our hands?" My mother inquired, running thin on patience. She crossed her arms, and tapped her foot against the floor impatiently."

"Ma'am, please calm down, we are trying to get to the bottom of it. This is a very rare case." He muttered, clipping a pulse oximeter onto my fingers. After it read, he removed it and noted down the statistics.

"Do not tell me to calm down doctor. I've been here since 2 a.m. In the morning and I want to know what's wrong with my daughter!" She raised her voice, brushing a hand through her brown hair.

"We are on it, but at this time, we can't come to a conclusion until-" The door was opened by a nurse holding ultrasound images in hand. "I'll be right back, please." He followed the nurse out, investigating the film in his hands.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. How long would this go on for?

The doctor came back in. "It's good news and bad news."

Grace gasped, "Bad news?" Her voice quivered as she placed her hand on her forehead. "Oh dear."

"The good news is...your daughter's stomach bug is gone. She's on a fast road to recovery."

"Continue doctor."

"There's another good news." Dr. Gupta paused and smiled, "Your daughter is pregnant."

"Pregnant?" My mother's eyes widened outrageously just as my breathing seized. How the fuck was I pregnant?

"The bad news is it's an ectopic pregnancy, meaning she might have complications from now until the birth of the child."

The doctor rambled on and on, but I couldn't hear a damn word.

Pregnant? For who?