Page 52 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

It was the pungent smell in my nose that woke me up. I didn’t open my eyes immediately, but I was fully awake. The scent in my nostrils was strong. I could smell Iodoform, antiseptic, and fragrant soaps.

I knew immediately that I was in the hospital. How I hated the smell of the hospital. It reminded me of sick patients, pain, groans, and discomfort.

Finally, my eyes fluttered open, and it hit the white ceiling of the hospital. I sighed, looking around me. There was an IV stand, drawers, and some things I couldn’t recognize.

Looking down, I discovered I was still in my clothes. How long I had stayed passed out, I didn’t know.

I sat up, and a maid came in. Why would I get a private room when it was just mere fainting?

“You’re awake. You were out for a few minutes. The doctor wants your approval to run a test on you to see if there might be serious underlying causes.” She informed me, as she checked some things on the desk next to me, but I shook my head.

“A test is not needed. I do not have the time, nor the money for that.” I said, swinging my legs off the bed.

Just then, the door slid open again, and Lucas came in.

“You’re awake.” He said, coming to me.

“Yes I am. Thanks for bringing me to the hospital.” I said, and looked around for my shoes.

“If you felt sick, you should have told someone, or gone to the hospital for a checkup.” He said, taking out his phone from his pocket, and I recalled how it had felt while talking to him.

I had barely been holding myself. I had wanted to lean against the door, and place a hand on my thumping head, but I had not wanted him to notice something was wrong with me.

That was why I had given the answer to his questions easily. If I had been feeling my best, I would have found a way to avoid his questions, or not answer them. He couldn’t force the answers out of my mouth.

However, I felt really terrible at that moment, so I couldn’t even begin to argue, or talk my way out of the situation. Katie liked him. He probably detested her, and was disgusted by her for sleeping with another woman’s fiancée.

He was likely disappointed that she wasn’t the woman he thought she was.

“It was just a little, you know… I’m feeling a lot better. It was most likely stress.” I said, looking up at him.

“If it was stress, I’d tell you to rest, but it’s not just stress. You’re clearly facing health challenges. For a few days now, you’ve been looking really sick.” He pointed out, and I couldn’t deny he was right. For the past few days, I’d been feeling so weak, and tired, and completely sick.

“I’m fine. Thanks for bringing me to the hospital. I sincerely appreciate it.” I said, getting up from the bed, but he stood in my way.

“You should really get a check-up, before it’s too late. Half the chronic patients here are in their condition because they discovered things too late.” He said, firmly, and I wondered if he was hoping I didn’t have some sexually transmitted disease I could have passed on to him.

“I’ll return for the check-up. My card isn’t on me.” I said, making to walk past him, but he only smiled, and held my arm gently.

“Do I look like I’m about to let you pay for a checkup you feel you don’t need?” He asked. “I’m paying for it, so don’t you worry.”

“Okay. I’ll do it.” I replied. One test wouldn’t hurt after all. I could blame John if anything bad was discovered in my body.

The doctor was informed of my willingness to do the test to find out if there was an underlying cause for my fainting, and I waited on my bed, with Lucas typing furiously on his phone.

If he needed to be somewhere, he could just leave.

Shortly, the doctor arrived, and smiled at me.

“How are you feeling, Miss Watson?” He asked, making his way to me.

“I feel better.”

“You shouldn’t lie to a doctor.” He continued, with that same smile.

“Uh, just a little tired. I feel weak.” I said honestly, and he smiled.

“Did you eat or drink anything at all before you fainted?” He questioned, holding up a large notepad.

“No, I don’t eat that early.” I replied, and he scribbled something on the notepad.

“Is fainting new to you, or you’ve fainted a lot in the past? Like a fainting pattern?”

“Fainting pattern?” I asked, not understanding him.

“Something you noticed that causes you to faint.”

“Oh, no. I’m… I’m new to this stuff.” I said, looking at my legs on the bed.

“Did you experience chest pain, and shortness of breath?”

“No.”

“Have you taken any medications lately? Ones you’re not used to?”

“No.”

“Do you have diabetes?”

“No way.”

“It doesn’t feel like anything worrying, but would you still like to run a test?” He asked, and I nodded, taking a glance at Lucas.

The nurse presented some things to him, and I shivered at the sight of a syringe.

“Gosh.” I muttered to myself.

I closed my eyes, waiting, and soon enough, I felt him hold my elbow, and place the needle on the inside.

“Relax.” He said, softly, and I took a deep breath. He rubbed the inside of my elbow, and I felt the needle go in. I tried not to feel, but it was impossible. A person would definitely feel when something was pushed into their veins.

He pulled the needle out almost immediately, and I saw him give my blood to the maid.

“We’ll run a quick test on this in the lab.” He said, and another nurse placed wool on the spot where blood seeped out slowly.

She held it there with a Band-Aid, and I stared at it.

Both of them left, and Lucas looked at me.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, and I looked away.

“No.” I replied. It was too awkward to be left alone with him.

Seemed like someone up there was listening because shortly, he received a call, and left the room immediately.

Lucas didn’t return, and even the doctor re-entered before he did.

He was smiling ear to ear.

“We got our results from your test. It turns out nothing is wrong with you.”

“Thank goodness.” I said, swinging my feet off the bed.

“Congratulations.”

“Congrats?” I asked, turning to him. In movies, whenever a doctor said that, it meant something dreadful.

Maybe not dreadful to married women, but definitely dreadful to women like me.

“You’re four weeks gone.