Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 104

Lucy's Point of View.

OH MY WORD I CAN EAT!

Seriously, I have never been so happy to eat a bowl of lumpy porridge in my life!

Granted, I feel a little sick looking at it, but, I have not vomited, and rather than my stomach lunging in protest, it is growling louder than one of the werewolves in those books Joanne reads.

I am really hoping this means I can go home, after been here for a couple of days now, having medication shoved up my bum every morning, I am feeling a lot better. I am hoping they can give me tablets, after all I have was only sick a handful of times yesterday. Then this morning, finally, I am able to consume solid food.

When I say solid, I mean solid, because you can stand your spoon in this bowl of cement pretending to be porridge!

Would I say it is delicious? Definitely not. But it is going down, and so far, has not come back up. That is a win for me.

I am tempted to request another bowl, as I scrape the last remnants onto my spoon, wondering if it would be really rude to pick it up and lick it clean.

With the realisation I cannot get any more out of the bowl, I reluctantly place it back on the table, then pick up the cup of tea, and take small sips. Letting out a loud sigh of contentment.

"Wow you have eaten!" Lena the four-month pregnant woman in the bed over the way, who has a nasal problem and snores, loudly, all night, exclaims.

Snoring aside, she is a lovely person, and we have both made friends, championing each other's small victories in the 'Keeping food down' stakes. Lena has the same issue as I have, and this is her third visit to hospital since she became pregnant. I try not to focus on that, as being in and out of this place is not appealing.

I miss Ben, even though he is here from the moment they allow visitors, till they have to most physically alkick him out at 9pm. But still I miss cuddling up beside him in bed, or sitting on the sofa, snuggled up watching TV together. Even our walks down to the beach to grab an ice cream.

Ice cream... oooo... I could really polish a bowl of ice cream off right now...mint chocolate chip....not my favourite flavour, but for some reason the thought about eating it is making my mouth water like crazy.

"How do you feel after eating?" Lena asks me, as I sit with my eyes wide, my mind still on mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"Erm, good, a little bloated, so apologies in advance. But yeah, I think I am going to keep it down. Now I am dreaming of ice cream." I tell her.

"Good news, once they get you on tablets, they will let you go home." Lena expertly tells me.

"Maybe we will both get out of here today." I grin at her.

"Tomorrow for me at the earliest, probably the same for you Lucy, they normally monitor us for 24 hours after first lot of food we manage to keep down." Lena smiles.

Edith the orderly walks in with her trolly, to gather the dishes.

"Oh wow. You managed to eat that okay Lucy." She grins at me as I nod my head at her.

"Yes, now I want ice cream." I giggle a little.

"Let me see what we have in the freezer from yesterday." Edith smiles at me, before heading over to Lena and talking with her for a little bit.

The nurse comes to my bed, doing the usual checks, BP, temp and oxygen.

"You blood pressure is back to normal Lucy, so you can go walk around, maybe head up to the day room or you can go out into the gardens sit on a bench when your boyfriend arrives. However, when you get up, do so very slowly as it will drop when you stand up." The nurse informs me.

I nod as she takes the blood pressure cuff off my arm.

"The doctor will be here in about half an hour." She tells me.

I glance at the clock, it is half seven, another two and a half hours before visiting time. I really miss Ben, and I want to tell him all about eating my bowl of porridge, I cannot wait to see the proud smile on his face.

Edith pops her head around the door to our small ward.

"You are in luck. We have strawberry, chocolate or vanilla." She smiles at me.

The thought of strawberry, makes me grimace, no, definitely don't want that, chocolate, maybe, vanilla, yes, I could eat that.

"Vanilla please." I grin like a kid at the ice cream van.

Edith brings me the small block of vanilla ice cream, and I grin up at her.

"Thank you." I say, whilst practically dragging it out of her hand and immediately digging in, I know my eyes are wide, and I cannot shovel it into my mouth quick enough.

Now I am grateful for this bowl of deliciousness, but I cannot stop the small amount of disappointment it is not mint chocolate chip, and my mind fantasises about it. What the hell is wrong with me? Edith chuckles at me.

"Looks like someone is having her first craving." She grins.

"What, this early?" I ask.

"Yeah, I ate whole lemons before I even knew I was pregnant with my second child." Edith laughs.

"So that is why I am eating this whilst dreaming it is mint chocolate chip, when I am not that keen on mint chocolate chip normally?" I ask her, a little in disbelief.

"That would be it. I would text that nice man of yours and ask him to bring you some, we can keep it in the freezer." Edith helpfully offered.

I hesitate, and grin, before pushing another spoonful into my mouth. Nodding my head, I like this idea. A lot.

The doctors arrive in the room, they stand talking to Lena first, and I try to distract myself to give them some privacy. I pick up my phone and begin to text Ben. Lucy - Ben, guess what xxx

Ben - Morning gorgeous... what? Xxx

Lucy - I ate porridge and so far, it has remained in my tummy. Xxx

Ben Oh wow that is amazing xxx

Lucy - Then I wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream, but they only had vanilla, however, I ate that as well xxx

Ben - really, well done...you don't normally like mint chocolate chip xxx

Lucy - I know, but apparently this may be my first craving, so I was wondering ????

Ben- A tub of mint chocolate chip will arrive at 10 am on the dot...anything for my girl and baby xxx

Lucy - THANK YOU... I have never loved you as much as I do right now. Xxx

Ben - LOL, I aim to please. Have you seen the doctors yet? Xxx

Lucy - They are just heading over now xxx

I place my phone down and look up as the doctor smiles at me.

"I hear you have eaten and not been sick." He grins as if he is proud of me. If I am honest, I am proud of myself.

"Yes." I smile and nod back at him.

"Well, if you keep that up, we will try you with the anti-sickness tablets today, then if that works out okay we will send you home tomorrow. But first, we are going to send you down for a scan to see how everything is progressing." The doctor smiles at me. "A scan, when?" I ask.

"Porter will be here in around half an hour. So, you need to drink that full jug of water please, and no bathroom break." The doctor smiles.

"But what about my boyfriend, please can you let him in so he can come with me?" I ask, tears instantly pricking my eyes. I really want Ben with me, fear begins to rise up inside me, what if this sickness has damaged my baby, I cannot face that alone. Seeing the harrowed look on my face the doctor smiles.

"If he can get here on time, then yes, we will let him go with you." He tells me.

I grab my phone, texting telling the doctor thank you at the same time.

Lucy - They are taking me for a scan in half an hour, if you get here you can come with me x

Ben - s**t, okay, on my way, will get the mother to buy your ice cream xxx

My foot bounces on the bed nervously as I constantly glance between the clock and the door, whilst drinking this water, already desperate for a wee, and holding on for dear life. It is nearly half an hour, since they told me I was going to have the scan, and I am hoping Ben gets here before the porters do. Lena looks over to me.

"The porters are very rarely on time, they are usually late, try not to worry." She smiles at me.

I simply nod my head, then look at the clock again as the minute hand ticks closer to the half hour mark. A porter walks through the door, pushing a wheelchair. Just my luck, he is five minutes early. I feel the tears prick my eyes, and swallow the lump in my throat, willing myself not to cry and make a fool of myself.

"Lucy Edwards?" he asks, and I simply nod.

"Okay, we will take you down in the wheelchair, let's get you out of bed." He smiles.

"My boyfriend is on his way, the doctor said he could come down with me." I tell him, almost pleading with the porter to wait.

"Sorry petal, but I have a busy morning, so we need to go now." He tells me.

The tears begin to fall from my eyes as I wipe them with the back of my hand. I wonder how long I can take getting out of this bed, just to give Ben a chance of getting here.

Seeing me almost sobbing the Porter sighs.

"I tell you what, I will go grab your paperwork, then come back and help you into the chair, but after that we have to get you to the Ultrasound unit." He tells me, then walks out of the room to the nurse's station.

"Come on Ben." I whisper under my breath as Lena looks at me, lifting her hand up to show me she is crossing her fingers for me.

The porter arrives back with my file, and I hang my head.

"Sorry petal, let me help you into the wheelchair." The porter tells me, then gently lifts me off the bed, the idea of being able to delay, going straight out of the window.

He pushes me out of the small room, down the corridor when I hear the door at the top open.

"WAIT!" Ben's voice booms, and I let out a sigh of relief as one of the nurses reprimands him for shouting, but he takes no notice as he runs down the corridor grabbing hold of my hand.

"Bloody rush hour traffic." Ben tells me.

I simply nod, tears now running down my cheeks, he is here, relief floods my body as Ben gives me a soft kiss on the lips. I shuffle in my wheel chair because, wow, I really need a wee now, and I instantly cross my legs, to try and halt the impending flow. We sit in the wating room, having been here for 20 minutes, if I knew I was going to have to wait this long I wouldn't have been so panicked about Ben arriving on time.

My legs are bouncing up and down, because I really do need to wee, and I pray I don't sneeze or cough. Ben holds my hand, but the pair of us sit in silence, both lost in a world of our own world of fear and excitement in equal measure.

"I hope they hurry up, I am desperate for the loo." I whisper to Ben.

"Yeah, there was no need to jump that red light. I may get a ticket." He sheepishly tells me.

"s**t, will that affect work?" I ask him concerned.

Ben shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't drive the engine anyway, so probably just a slap on the wrist from head office." Ben tries to reassure me.

"LUCY EDWARDS" The nurse shouts to me.

I look at Ben, and he stands up, getting behind me, and wheeling me into the room.

"Okay Lucy, hop onto the bed for me." The nurse tells me.

Ben helps me onto the hard bed, as the nurse places a blanket over my legs before lifting up my PJ top, then pulling my bottoms down to my pubic bone.

"Okay, so cold gel." She tells me, then squirts it onto my stomach.

Ben reaches over and holds my hand as she places the wand onto my stomach, and I really clench my thighs as the pressure on my bladder is not welcome. I watch the technician as her brow furrows slightly before she turns to me. "Okay...."