Free Web NovelChapter 41: Doctor Appointment
Liam’s POV;
Yesterday, when I was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness that left me utterly disoriented, and now I can’t shake off this overwhelming feeling of confusion and bewilderment.
It was as if my body was betraying me, each step I take feels heavier, laden with uncertainty.
Could it be exhaustion from all that training? But I used to exhaust myself way more than that, and I have never felt this way.
Or perhaps I caught some sort of bug?
But then again, I’m a werewolf, my body heals on its own, this sensation feels different, foreign.
My mind races with questions, trying to piece together the puzzle of my symptoms.
I’ve been feeling nauseous lately, and my appetite seems to have vanished into thin air. And then there’s this inexplicable fatigue that washes over me like a relentless tide.
What on earth is happening to me?
As I make my way to the clinic, the uncertainty gnaws at me like a persistent itch.
I need answers, I need clarity.
The streets blur around me as I struggle to maintain my composure, each passing moment amplifying my sense of unease.
What if it’s something serious?
What if I’m falling apart, unraveling at the seams?
The fear grips me tighter with every heartbeat, a relentless reminder of my vulnerability.
And yet, amidst the chaos of my thoughts, there’s a glimmer of hope, a flicker of possibility.
Maybe, just maybe, the doctors will have an explanation, a solution to this enigma that has taken hold of my life.
But until then, I remain adrift in a sea of uncertainty, clinging to the hope that this appointment will bring clarity.
As I stepped through the gates of the clinic, a sense of apprehension mingled with the sterile scent of antiseptic in the air.
The gates themselves were imposing, towering iron structures with intricate designs that seemed to symbolize the seriousness of the place beyond.
As I made my way further inside, the clinic came into view, a sprawling complex of modern architecture that exuded an aura of efficiency and professionalism.
Nurses bustled about, their white uniforms a blur of movement as they attended to the needs of patients scattered throughout the corridors.
The atmosphere was bustling, with a constant hum of activity punctuated by the occasional beep of medical equipment.
Approaching the secretary’s desk, I found myself face to face with a friendly yet harried woman who seemed to be juggling a dozen tasks at once.
"Hi, I’m Liam," I began, trying to sound confident despite the nervous fluttering in my stomach. "I have an appointment scheduled for today."
Yep, I did call the clinic to schedule an appointment when I was with my mother back in the old Packhouse.
The secretary, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she checked her computer screen, nodded briskly. "Yes, Liam Snow, I have you right here. Please have a seat in the waiting room, and we’ll call you in shortly."
"Thank you," I replied with a grateful smile, relieved to have successfully navigated the first hurdle of my visit.
Turning away from the desk, I entered the waiting room, a spacious area furnished with rows of chairs and adorned with bland landscape paintings that did little to ease the tension in the air.
The room was filled with a diverse array of people, each lost in their own thoughts or engaged in hushed conversations with their companions.
Some looked worried, others bored, but all shared the common thread of anticipation as they awaited their turn to be seen by the doctor.
Finding an empty chair near the corner of the room, I sank into it, my nerves beginning to fray with each passing minute.
I tried to distract myself by flipping through a magazine left on the table beside me, but my mind kept wandering back to the reason for my visit.
What if the doctor found something serious? What if I needed surgery?
The what-ifs swirled in my head like a whirlpool, threatening to drag me under with their relentless pull.
Glancing around the room, I couldn’t help but envy the calm demeanor of some of the other patients.
How were they managing to stay so composed in the face of uncertainty?
Did they possess some secret reservoir of inner strength that I lacked?
Or were they simply better at hiding their fears behind a mask of stoicism?
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when my name was called, the sound jolting me back to reality with a start.
I couldn’t help but feel a knot of anticipation twisting in my stomach.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the secretary called my name. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Rising from my seat, I followed the nurse down the corridor, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat as I made my way to the doctor’s office.
I entered, and the doctor greeted me with a warm smile, which I returned with a nervous one of my own.
"Hi there, Liam," The doctor greeted me with a professional handshake and gave me permission to sit down.
I said, trying to sound confident despite the nerves. " Hello, I came here today because I’ve been experiencing sudden dizziness, headaches, and nausea lately."
The doctor nodded, noting what I said on some papers. "Don’t worry, you will okay," she said reassuringly.
She began asking me a series of questions about my symptoms, and I answered as best as I could, trying to ignore the rising tension in my chest.
After a thorough examination, the doctor instructed me to lie down on the examination bed.
As I complied, a nurse entered the room, ready to draw blood for testing.
While she worked, the doctor asked, "What’s your rank, Liam?" I hesitated for a moment before replying, "I’m both an alpha and omega."
The doctor’s eyes widened in disbelief. "This is unbelievable," she exclaimed. "I’ve never seen or heard of anyone like you before."
I nodded silently, accustomed to such reactions over the years.
The doctor then broached the topic of my sexual activity, "Liam, I need to ask you something personal, is that okay?" I nodded then she asked right away "Are you sexually active?"
I hesitated for a moment but answered anyway "Yes, I am."
She again noted my answer and asked again "Good, and when was the last time you had intercourse?"
"It was about a month ago." I admitted to having been intimate with Anastasia a month prior.
"Is there any chance you might be pregnant?" When she asked about the possibility of pregnancy, I dismissed it, confident that we had taken precautions.
I mean Anastasia pulled out and even made me take plan b so I guess we are safe.
Again the doctor noted and spoke " Thank you for being honest. Now, I need to know, were you in heat during that time?"
Why is she asking me too many of these questions?
I paused, feeling a bit uncomfortable but replied either way " Uh, yes, I was.
She seems to be noticing my discomfort " It’s okay, Liam. This is important for understanding the circumstances. Heat can significantly affect fertility in omegas."
I nodded, feeling a bit relieved " Right, I understand."
"Have you noticed any triggers or patterns associated with these symptoms?"The doctor inquired with a tiny professional grin on her face.
I hummed, thinking of her question before answering "Not really, they just seem to come out of nowhere."
"Okay. Have you experienced any other symptoms alongside these, such as fatigue, vision changes, or difficulty concentrating?" This doctor seems to really focus on every detail.
I took my time, thinking for a moment "Yeah, I’ve been feeling more tired than usual, and my vision has been a bit blurry at times."
"Thank you for providing that information, Liam. Now, if you could please lie down on the examination bed, we’ll start the physical check-up." I nodded and lay down and she started examining me physically.
The results of the test came out and were brought by the same nurse.
The pregnancy test came back positive.
Shock rippled through me as the doctor confirmed my pregnancy.
"But that’s impossible," I protested, my mind reeling. "My mate always pulls out and I even took plan b pills."
The doctor shook her head gently. "Unfortunately, the "pull out" method isn’t always effective same goes for plan b pills. Pre-cum can still contain sperm, increasing the risk of pregnancy, especially during heat."
Heat.
The word echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the primal nature of our biology.
I nodded slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place. "I was in heat,"
I admitted quietly to my stupid self, a flush of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.
The doctor offered me a congratulatory smile. "Well, congratulations, Liam. You’re going to be a father."
She then proceeded to advise me on taking better care of myself, emphasizing the importance of rest, nutrition, and not overexerting myself.
"Thank you, doctor," I said gratefully, accepting the papers she handed me.
With a newfound sense of purpose, I made my way to the secretary to settle the appointment fees.
Exiting the clinic, I felt a whirlwind of emotions churning within me.
The realization that I was pregnant, carrying mine and Anastasia’s child, filled me with both joy and trepidation.
Knowing Anastasia’s dislike for children, I resolved to keep the news to myself for now, unsure of how to broach the subject with her.
As I approached the Packhouse, thoughts of impending fatherhood weighed heavily on my mind.
Anastasia met me at the gate, her expression emotionaless as she asked, "Where were you?"
And as I looked into her eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder how she would react when she learned the truth.
