Happily Ever After

87: Grace

Whenever people asked how she survived being pregnant during her residency, Sarah was honest; her friends and family rallied around her, like animals tending to one of their own.

It was natural... wholesome. 

The redhead hadn't planned on getting pregnant in her early twenties.

According to their family plan (that of course, the husband and wife had sat down and agreed upon), Sarah and Alex would start trying to have kids once the two had a house rather than their cramped apartment, their careers had calmed a bit, and they were a bit older.

Of course, in typical Bishop-DeLuca fashion, nothing went to plan. 

Four weeks earlier, they had a spectacular, magical and intoxicating date night that ended in bed with no clothes. Being busy with work, time with just the two of them relaxing was rare, yet every time it happened, it was amazing.

It started out with dinner at Enzo's, a fancy Italian restaurant. They managed to secure a table, braving the wait times, and they'd staved off their hunger with delicious garlic bread with a tangy marinara sauce.

While Alex ordered a cheesy tortellini with cajun chicken, Sarah had decided on pesto ravioli with shrimp. They had reason to celebrate tonight; his publishers had been amazed with the work that Alex had put into his first draft, and the book was coming along swimmingly. With a wink, he'd picked out a bottle of Italian prosecco, and it was divine.

Serving after serving, their tongues had loosened, and Sarah ran her fingers up the inseam of his pants, making Alex gasp. That was the beginning of what their plans were afterwards, and they'd barely hung on in the uber back home. Upon closing the door to their apartment, Sarah and Alex's clothes practically were ripped off, their bodies seemingly magnetized as they made their way to the bedroom.

Sarah shook herself out of the memory. She was rounding, leading her group of interns around, testing them on their presentation skills, like she had been doing every single day.

But, unlike usual, she felt tremendously ill. Her breasts were sore, her energy low, and she felt bloated, but didn't think anything of it.

Currently, there was a case on a pregnant mom, who's unborn child needed to be taken out for a heart procedure, so the peds department was alongside the OBGYNs.

Ushering her interns inside, Jo ducked out of the room, and grabbed the redhead's arm, pulling her outside as Henry instructed a shy intern to begin presenting.

"Is everything okay? You don't look well," Jo insisted.
"Yeah, I just feel sick. It's fine," Sarah assured, willing a wave of dizziness to go away.

"Dude, you look like shit," Bailey Grey-Shepherd chirped, passing by with Maggie at his arm, his aunt clucking at his language. "Language! But, he's right,"

"If you don't feel well, you need to take care of yourself," Jo protested, and Sarah huffed impatiently, feeling like everyone was worrying for no reason.

"Why is everyone so worried, I'm fin-" Sarah began, but was cut off when her vision blackened and she promptly passed out.

———

Hours later, Sarah woke up in a hospital room. Blinking the grogginess away, the redhead lifted her arm to rub her eyes when she noticed an IV attached to her arm, and looked up to notice that she was getting fluids.

"You're an idiot," Zola sighed, and Sarah turned to see one of her oldest friends staring at her, with charts adorned over her lap. "What? Why?"
"You are so dehydrated, and your blood sugar is super low. When did you eat last?" Zola questioned, and the redhead frowned, racking her brain for a memory that would answer that question.  "Uh... I don't remember..."