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"They bloody well deserve something, because that was ridiculous," he groaned as another witch put a cold pack on his head to try to cool him down a bit.
Oliver was half paying attention to what was going on with Meghan and her witch, mostly because his eyes were a bit sensitive to the light in the tent still. He was still worried for her though, so he reached out to the table that was beside him and laid his hand atop of Meghan's, wanting to make sure that she knew he was there for her.
But then he thought about what the witch said. Nine months? Why in the bloody hell would...
"WHAT?!" he yelled, rolling off of the table and barely landing on his feet, standing next to Meghan when he managed to catch his balance.
"Well, possibly less than that. You'll need to go to St. Mungo's as soon as possible to get more proper tests done. But," the witch said, turning around the screen that showed Meghan's belly. The witch had used some type of wand looking thing to look around Meghan's body to make sure there was nothing serious going on which was making her vomit. The only reason Oliver even remembered this going on was because he was confused as to what the machine was, since he had never seen it before, and that's how they explained it. Whatever it was produced a picture, showing a black dot, about the size of an egg. "You're quite a few weeks along, Miss."