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Bridget sat on top of the examination table, feeling slightly like a child. "Okay, now it's time to draw your blood. We'll need two samples," The nurse said. Bridget nodded. The nurse rubbed her arm with rubbing alcohol (or whatever they use
) before poking a needle into her skin, on the inside of her elbow into a major vein. She drew the blood out slowly, and Bridget's stomach flipped once as the bag filled up with blood. Finally, the nurse took out the needle. "All right, one down, one to go." Bridget turned away this time, as her stomach was already doing somersaults. The nurse took the needle out of her sore arm. "It's going to be sore for a few days. The first test should give us results in about 5 minutes, so we ask you to stay here for that one." The nurse looked at her, expecting an answer. "Fine by me," Bridget said, touching her sore arm. The nurse smiled. "The doctor will be back with results in five minutes." With that, she walked out the door.
Bridget picked up a magazine. It was an outdated issue of Horse & Rider. She, having already read it, placed it back on the shelf and sighed. She tapped her foot, feeling strangely energetic compared to earlier, and looked up at the ceiling. Several minutes ticked by sluggishly before there was finally a quick knock on the door. A tall man walked into the room, his expression solemn. "Bridget ______?" he asked. Bridget nodded. He closed the door behind him. "Hello, Bridget, I'm Dr. Woodsman." She forced a smile, sensing something was wrong. "We have some good news for you! You tested negative for high blood pressure, blot clots, and the other concerns we had. Nurse Sanchez said that you were experiencing nausea earlier today?" Bridget nodded. "Yes, but I was drinking a little at a dinner party the night before," She said sheepishly, though she was of age. The doctor nodded. "Well, with the morning sickness and all, I decided to perform a further test." Bridget's heart began to race nervously. No... It's not that. It can't be. "Bridget, you're pregnant."
Jude changed into some more comfortable clothing; a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and a t-shirt tied around her waist. She plopped down on the couch lazily, and turned on the TV.
Bridget sat on top of the examination table, feeling slightly like a child. "Okay, now it's time to draw your blood. We'll need two samples," The nurse said. Bridget nodded. The nurse rubbed her arm with rubbing alcohol (or whatever they use
Bridget picked up a magazine. It was an outdated issue of Horse & Rider. She, having already read it, placed it back on the shelf and sighed. She tapped her foot, feeling strangely energetic compared to earlier, and looked up at the ceiling. Several minutes ticked by sluggishly before there was finally a quick knock on the door. A tall man walked into the room, his expression solemn. "Bridget ______?" he asked. Bridget nodded. He closed the door behind him. "Hello, Bridget, I'm Dr. Woodsman." She forced a smile, sensing something was wrong. "We have some good news for you! You tested negative for high blood pressure, blot clots, and the other concerns we had. Nurse Sanchez said that you were experiencing nausea earlier today?" Bridget nodded. "Yes, but I was drinking a little at a dinner party the night before," She said sheepishly, though she was of age. The doctor nodded. "Well, with the morning sickness and all, I decided to perform a further test." Bridget's heart began to race nervously. No... It's not that. It can't be. "Bridget, you're pregnant."
Jude changed into some more comfortable clothing; a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and a t-shirt tied around her waist. She plopped down on the couch lazily, and turned on the TV.
