Allison. (huntorhunted) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2014-03-25 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | allie argent |
WHO: Dr. Allison Argent
WHERE: Hotel room in Hawaii
WHEN: March 26th
WHAT: Coming to a realization.
RATING: PG
STATUS: Narrative; complete.
If she were to be honest with herself, Allison first realized that something was amiss the night that she’d asked Isaac to pick up Oreos. Not that Oreos were bad, but she normally didn’t eat them. Lately she’d been craving not only the regular cookie, but the ones with birthday cake filling, and those...well, those she disliked intensely. After Isaac had left Saturday to head to work, Allison sat alone in their apartment, polishing off the carton of them, shrugging to herself as she did. Whatever, she was hungry, she told herself, perusing the network to see the newest Scott’s arrival. Her mind had froze when she saw the filter from Isaac. Of course she was going to worry about him more than most of them. She was aware that she was one of the few people in this world that knew exactly what had transpired between he and his father, and she could feel his pain. The prospect of losing Allison was a little too much for him. So she packed up her things for the week and called in a favor with Dorea, and was on her merry way to Hawaii. It was where she was needed. The hospital had other doctors to help out. Her priority was and always would be the Teen Wolf teens. Forget bias; she knew that she was completely playing favorites. But it was necessary. As soon as she landed, she’d run for the bathroom, dispelling the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Strange, yes, especially as she normally didn’t get sick from the pulling sensation of Apparating, but she had eaten all of those cookies. Besides, she had more important matters to attend to. By Tuesday, Allison was feeling (thankfully) much better about where Isaac’s head was at, and promised that they’d begin Skype sessions for Saturday afternoons when she could dedicate more time to him. It was promising, though, to see that he was reaching out for help. That was something he’d been reluctant to do from the start. Despite all this progress, at the back of her mind, Allison just didn’t feel right. Her back and head were in near-constant pain throughout the day and her daily run was beginning to feel like a daily marathon. She was barely managing to make it a mile before she called it quits. Ugh. Everything just felt off. She hated feeling off, especially when she could be enjoying the time that she had in Hawaii. No, instead Allison was sleeping nearly all of the time in her hotel room when she wasn’t with Isaac, walking around the island and working through his issues. On more than one occasion, she’d had to ask him to slow down walking just because she couldn’t catch up with his ridiculously long legs. Whatever was going on wasn’t good, and Allison made a doctor’s appointment for Friday, when she was planning on going home. Now that she was working for a solution, she felt a little bit better. It was easy to compartmentalize once things were settled in her head, and the consistent butterflies finally halted. In fact, she was positive that all those symptoms were solely in her head at this point, and that she was just being ridiculous. The nerves from the show and the tense emotions coming off those around her obviously had thrown her off. And it was easy to convince herself of that until she woke up in the middle of the night, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet so often that her legs ended up cramping up from her position around the porcelain throne. Though she’d fallen asleep in her bathroom, blanket draped over her shoulders, she couldn’t deny it any longer. The aches, the vomiting, the sensitivity to smell. It was obvious. With a heavy heart, she headed for the drug store at the crack of dawn, buying her testing equipment before returning home, staring at them on the counter as if they’d personally offended her. This couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be real. They were careful; always so careful, but all the signs pointed directly to baby. Oh, god. Three tests and an hour and a half later, Allison had her answer, plain as the nose on her face. Shit. |