Author: a muggle named Caity PM
Modern Day. AU. Will finds Elizabeth curiously sick in the bathroom one morning. What could this possibly mean? I've decided to continue this story, so it's no longer a oneshot. WillElizabeth. Please R&R. [Chapter 3: Another visit and a phone call]Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Elizabeth S. & Will T. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 7,804 - Reviews: 39 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 08-12-07 - Published: 06-30-07 - id: 3627730
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Title: I'm What?
Author: a muggle named Caity
Summary: Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann are married. One day, Will finds Elizabeth curiously sick in the bathroom. Would could this possibly mean? Oneshot; could possibly become a multi-chaptered fanfic. Modern day. AU. WE.
Author's Note: This story is not beta'd. So, please excuse any and all mistakes made.
Disclaimer: I do not own Will, Elizabeth, or anything having to do with the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' franchise. I'm just toying around with their characters a bit. I do own Dr. Roberts though.
Chapter One: I'm What?
"Argh!" Why is this happening to me? Elizabeth Turner thought to herself as she languidly pulled herself away from the cool, smooth toilet, disgustedly wiping her mouth off with a shaky hand. Elizabeth had awoken that morning to a brief stint of nausea. And she had no idea what to think of it. She groaned as she leaned back against the powder room wall, preparing herself for another round of retching. It did not come, however, and she sighed, holding one of her clammy hands up to her forehead in relief.
Her husband, Will Turner, had been preparing breakfast for his wife when he heard her loud groans of anguish. Concerned, he rushed up to their loo, hoping something was not seriously wrong with his wife.
Will immediately ran over to Elizabeth when he saw her slouched in-between one of the walls and the toilet. "Elizabeth? Elizabeth!" She slowly opened her eyes.
"Will… I don't feel so good…" Panic crossed her face as the now-familiar feeling of nausea swept through her once more. She hurriedly leaned back over the toilet, effectively removing the last of what had previously been in her stomach. Will held her long, wavy hair up, gently rubbing her back as she emptied her stomach. He did not understand what had caused her to become so sick all of a sudden. She was fine last night...
Pushing herself away from the toilet once more, Elizabeth softly began to sob. "Will, what's wrong with me? I've never felt this horrible before in my entire life."
Will gently took a hold of her flushed cheeks, softly wiping away her tears. "I don't know, but I'll call the doctor and I'll see if I can get you in for an appointment. But, for now, let's get you back into bed. Can you walk?"
Elizabeth did not know if she could even stand, but she tried to nonetheless. "Ahh!" Elizabeth gripped Will tightly as she attempted to come to a standing position, her dizziness causing her to lose her balance. Will, noting her inability to stand, let alone walk at this particular time, carefully picked her up, letting her sickly form rest against his muscular chest as he slowly carried her over to their bed. He set her down softly. "Is there anything I can get you to help you feel better, my love?"
"Could you just stay here with me until I fall asleep?" Elizabeth asked faintly, only wanting the warmth of her husband next to her, holding her safely in his arms.
Will smiled lovingly down at his wife. "Of course."
Will quickly kicked off his shoes and walked around to the other side of the bed, climbing up behind his wife and gently pulling her into his strong arms. Both man and wife sighed contently. Will stroked Elizabeth's hair affectionately as she steadily drifted off into unconsciousness.
Elizabeth sighed impatiently as the doctor continued running his necessary, routine tests on her. Dr. Roberts gave her a small smile. "I'm almost finished. I promise."
"I'm sorry," Elizabeth apologized, "I've just been quite irritable the past couple of days. I thought that it had just been from PMS, but I haven't had my period in a couple of weeks…"
He smiled knowingly. "Finished. You haven't had your period in awhile, you say? What other symptoms have you been experiencing the past few weeks?"
"Well, almost every morning I wake up feeling sick to my stomach."
"Nausea," the doctor interrupted, nodding. "Have you been having to rush to the loo quite often as a result?"
"Yes," Elizabeth replied sourly. "It's bloody awful. I've also been acting rather odd. Or so my husband claims. He says I've been quite irritable lately, as you've already seen." The doctor gave his young patient another small, knowing smile. "But, I can't understand why. I mean, everything just seems to be rather annoying as of late. I don't mean to be rude and whatnot, I just can't help it! Everything suddenly just seems so agitating."
"Have you been experiencing frequent headaches as well? Or frequent bouts of dizziness?" He asked, scribbling notes down on his notepad as he spoke.
"Yes," Elizabeth replied.
"How about cramping, or spotting?"
"Yes," Elizabeth replied again. "Oh! And my…breasts…have been rather tender as of late as well." Elizabeth added, blushing a slight scarlet.
Dr. Roberts nodded, unfazed. "Have you also been feeling tired?"
"Quite often, yes. I'll wake up in the morning after a good eight or nine hours of sleep and feel like I have to sleep another ten!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
The doctor nodded again, getting up from the chair he had been sitting down in to speak with his patient. "I have a rather large suspicion of what you may have, Mrs. Turner, but I'd like to be sure by running a simple, routine blood test. Is that alright with you?" He asked kindly.
Elizabeth nodded wordlessly.
"I'll be right back then." As the doctor turned to leave, Elizabeth quickly called out to him. "Dr. Roberts, would you mind terribly if my husband came in here to sit with me while you performed the test? I've never actually been all that fond of needles."
He smiled warmly and nodded. "Not at all. That would be quite alright. He's in the Waiting Room, I presume?" Elizabeth nodded. "I'll just quickly go and fetch him then."
Meanwhile, in the Waiting Room, Will nervously twiddled his thumbs as he waited for his wife. What could be taking so bloody long? Will had, at first, thought that his wife had just had a simple flu, but then she would've come out already. What if she really has something serious? What if it's some form of cancer and it's progressed too far along for it to be stopped? What if she dies? I can't handle that. I need Elizabeth in my life…. As Will mulled over these thoughts, he failed to notice Elizabeth's doctor step up beside the chair he was currently sitting in.
"Ahem," The doctor quietly interrupted his thoughts.
Will's head immediately shot up at the sound. He quickly stood up and came eye-to-eye with the other man. "How's Elizabeth? Is she seriously ill? Does she need to go to the hospital? Is she going to die?-" The doctor hurriedly cut off his ramblings.
"She's fine, son." Dr. Roberts smiled at the young man. "I need to perform a simple blood test on her, just to make sure my diagnosis is accurate-"
Will cut him off, wide-eyed. "Diagnosis? What do you mean she's fine? She can't be fine if she has a diagnosis!"
The doctor chuckled, earning a rather nasty glare from Will. He quickly held up his hands in mock-surrender. "Son, calm down. Your wife is fine. No, she is not going to die. And, no, she does not have to go to the hospital." Will let out a sigh of relief. "But, she is going to need to be referred to another doctor if my diagnosis proves to be correct."
"Why?" Will questioned the man suspiciously.
"Let me go fetch my equipment and perform the test, then I'll be delighted to tell you. Oh, and your wife requested that you join her in the Examination Room while the test is being performed." With that, the doctor walked off.
Will stood there for a moment, quickly processing the information he has just been informed with. With a light shrug, Will hurriedly walked towards the Examination Room his wife was in. As he quietly opened the door to said room, his eyes immediately landed on a disgruntled Elizabeth. Will walked over to his wife and softly grasped her hand in his.
"What's going on?" Will asked his wife expectantly.
Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't know. He asked me several questions regarding how I'd been feeling the past few weeks and left. He's coming back in a few minutes to perform a blood test." She shivered involuntarily.
"Are you cold?" Will asked worriedly, noticing several goose-bumps forming on her thin arm.
Elizabeth shook her head. "No, I just simply hate needles. You know that." Elizabeth chastised him.
"I know. I'm sorry." He leaned up and lightly kissed her.
Elizabeth smiled. "No, Will, I'm sorry." Her smile quickly turned into a frown. "Goodness, I've been acting like such a cow lately! I'm beginning to hate myself for it."
Will smiled as well. "No, it's alright. I know you haven't been feeling well at all, so I forgive you."
"And, don't call yourself a cow." Will lightly scolded her. "You are certainly far from it. As I said, you just haven't been feeling well, so it's alright. Hopefully this blood test will able to tell us all that we need to know and we'll be able to figure out what to do. Alright?"
Elizabeth nodded as her husband pulled her into his warm embrace. She smiled contently. Everything always felt better when she was in Will's arms. Then, suddenly, the doctor walked back into the room and smiled at the sight of the young couple before him.
"I'm ready as soon as you are, Mrs. Turner."
Elizabeth nodded as she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She quickly grabbed a hold of her husband's hand, relishing in the comfort that came from such a simple gesture. "I'm ready."
The doctor nodded as he gently wiped the spot on her arm for which he decided to place the needle. Elizabeth closed her eyes and tightly gripped Will's hand, preparing herself for the inevitable pain that was sure to come from the stab of the long, shiny needle.
Elizabeth's doctor looked up at her as he began the test. Noticing her obvious discomfort, he reassuringly patted her arm. "It'll be over before you know it. I promise. Just try to relax." With that, he gently slid the needle into her arm. She winced at the immediate pain. The doctor collected his blood sample as quickly as he could, then slowly slid the needle out. "Okay, it's over."
Elizabeth let out a immediate sigh of relief. Will leaned over and lightly kissed his wife's forehead. "You did wonderfully," he told her, smiling.
She smiled back as the doctor swiftly cleaned and bandaged her arm, where the needle had been placed. "You are free to go, Mrs. Turner. Expect a phone call sometime within the next few days for your test results."
Elizabeth smiled kindly and thanked her doctor. Will shook his hand in thanks.
"Wait! I thought you were going to tell us what was wrong with her?" Will asked, halting the doctor in his haste to leave.
The doctor shrugged. "I'm sorry, but the results need to be sent to a lab to be fully examined. They'll be the ones to truly let you know what is wrong with her."
"But, you said you had a suspicion. Couldn't you just tell us what said suspicion is?" Will asked rather exasperatedly.
Dr. Roberts smiled. "I could, but then that would spoil the surprise. If I'm correct in my suspicions that is." With that, the doctor winked and quietly left the room.
Will and Elizabeth sat there, stumped for a moment, before leaving the room themselves.
A few days later found Elizabeth feeling exactly the same as she had been for the last few weeks. Irritable, dizzy, and sickly. She sighed as she prepared for bed, reaching up to gently rub her forehead. Why am I still having these awful headaches? Argh!
Will glanced over at his wife, and sighed sadly. He hated that his wife had to suffer like this; he wished he could take all her pain away and put it upon himself.
Just as the couple were about to step into bed, the phone rang. "I'll get it!" Will called out, quickly rushing out of the room to grab the phone in the kitchen.
"'Ello?" Will asked into the receiver.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Turner?" The voice at the other end of the phone asked.
"Yes, it is. May I ask who's calling? At 10:00 o'clock at night no less." Came Will's irritable reply.
"Oh, we're extremely sorry if we've woken you up or disturbed you, Mr. Turner, but we're calling because we thought you'd like to know your wife's test results as soon as possible." The feeble voice came from the other end.
"Oh!" Will brightened immensely. "Yes, yes, we would!"
Will could hear the person, a woman he suspected, at the other end of the line sigh in relief. "Could you please give the phone to your wife then, as I'm sure she'd like to know this first."
Will's mood dampened slightly. "Oh, alright. Um, could you just tell me one thing though? Is she alright?"
"She's perfectly fine, Mr. Turner. We just thought that, as she being the woman, she'd like to know first." Will could practically hear the smile in the woman's voice.
"Alright, but I don't really understand what being a woman has to do with any of this," Will muttered, more to himself than to the woman on the other end of the line.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." The woman told him happily, but Will did not hear her for he had already pulled the phone away from his ear.
Will handed his wife the phone after he'd come back into their bedroom. Elizabeth looked at her husband curiously, but he simply shrugged as he sat down next to her on his side of their king-size bed.
Elizabeth put the phone up to her ear and cautiously greeted the person on the other end of the line. "Hello? Oh, hello! Finally you've called! Yes. Yes. I'm what?" Will looked over quickly and locked eyes with his wife, growing intrigued by the look of utter shock on his wife's face. "Oh, my God. I can't believe it. Yes. Thank you! Oh, thank you so much! Yes, have a wonderful night as well. Goodbye." Elizabeth slowly let the phone drop from her ear as she clicked it off.
"Elizabeth?" Will called out to her cautiously. "Elizabeth? What is it, darling?"
Elizabeth gradually looked up at her husband, a tiny smile creeping onto her thin face. She also began to quietly sob, not believing that this was actually happening. "Will… I'm pregnant."
Will simply stared at his wife for a moment, trying to process the information he had just been given. "Will?" Elizabeth called out skeptically.
Suddenly, Will grabbed his wife and began swinging her around happily. Elizabeth shrieked excitedly. "I can't believe I'm going to be a father! Oh, my God, Elizabeth! But, how could this have happened?"
"Well, Will, when a man and a woman love each other very much…" Elizabeth began sarcastically.
"I know that part!" He chided Elizabeth. She laughed. "I mean, I thought we agreed to wait to have children. For a little while, at least; I mean, we've only been married for a few months. And, we've used a condom every time we've…you know…"
Elizabeth thought on that for a moment, then it suddenly hit her. "Every time except that once, remember?"
"Oh, yeah…" Will smiled in remembrance of that night. "Now, I remember. I can't believe you got pregnant off of that one time we forgot though."
"Well, you know, all it takes is one time." Elizabeth teasingly reminded her husband.
"Obviously." Both Elizabeth and Will laughed as they climbed into bed, snuggling up against one another.
"I can't believe we're going to be parents." Will stroked his wife's face lovingly, feeling the happiest he'd ever felt in his entire life, excluding the days both him and Elizabeth professed their love for one another and their wedding day.
"I know, Will. I can't believe it either." Elizabeth smiled widely at her husband.
Husband and wife soon found themselves falling asleep, rather exhausted after finding out their particular joyful news. Both of them fell asleep, each dreaming of the day that they'd first get to see the precious new life they'd created.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this story. I'm not sure if I'd like to continue it or not. Please leave a review and let me know if I should continue it or not because I will if any of you would like me to. Constructive criticism is welcome, but, please, no flames. Thanks for reading!