Tord's Perspective
A few weeks later
Okay, this was definitely not just a cold or the flu. Maybe I got a parasite somehow? I need to go for a checkup in the medical facilities, that's for sure. I pushed myself out of bed, groaning and holding my bloated stomach. That's another annoying unexplainable symptom as of late. I suddenly grew extremely bloated. And not just fat, otherwise I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable. I got dressed into a comfortable sweater and shorts, which felt best on my bloated body. I carefully put on some long black socks while sitting on the bed, looking over at the picture on Tom's nightstand. It was a picture of Edd and Matt and him before the incident that I caused. I frowned slightly before getting up and slipping on loafers, which I preferred because I didn't need to tie the laces constantly. I walked out into the hall and began the journey to the medical center, still tired and without breakfast. I wasn't yet used to taking care of this needy human body.
Once I arrived, a nurse gave me her attention and brought me back to one of the private rooms. A luxury of being a higher-up. "What seems to be the problem sir?" She asked as I sat down and got comfy. "Well I'm having a lot of problems like nausea and bloating. It's getting to the point that I just lay in bed because I don't want to move." I sighed and she nodded, approaching me. "Could I see the bloating?" She asked and I nodded, pulling up my shirt past my bloated belly. She kneeled down and gently felt the bloating area. "It is quite bad. Your organs may just be inflamed because of how sick you've been. How long has this been going on?" She asked and stopped touching my skin. "Maybe a month already. It's been to long for a simple flu." I told the kind raven-haired woman. She looked to be wracking her brain of all the possibilities at the moment. "I have to check your medical files, one moment." She told me and stood up, typing away on the computer. I waited quietly and pulled my dark red sweater back down, enjoying the warmth that returned. I tapped my feet on the cold tile floor, humming to myself.
After a few minutes, she folded her hands together and turned to me. "It says here that you have ability to change your body to fit your mood. And that would include being intersex. Is that correct?" She asked for confirmation and I nodded. "Have you changed into a woman recently? Or at the very least, had a womanhood?" She asked and I blushed slightly. I was sort of ashamed that I could. "A few months ago. Why?" I responded and she awkwardly stared at me, as if not knowing how to word what she thought. "Just to make sure, you didn't have sex while having this womanhood?" She asked and I stared back, trying to process what she was talking about. There was a long, awkward pause as both of us shared the idea that she had been getting at. "... I did." I said barely above a whisper. She looked absolutely baffled, never having had to deal with an intersex person before. A shapeshifter at that. "I-I'll get the doctor- wait right here sir." She told me before quickly leaving the room with visible distress. I was also similarly distressed, as I had never even thought about the possibility of pregnancy. Or being a woman. I only did it that one time because I felt safe. I didn't know how stupid that was of me. Fuck.
I groaned and covered my face. God fucking damnit. No wonder I haven't changed back to a guy. I didn't want to tell anyone. Fuuuuck. Hopefully this is all a false alarm, and I'm not pregnant. I can't be. I'm not ready for that kind of thing. I sat in silence, reflecting on my own thoughts and actions as I waited. I heard the door open and looked up at the doctor who had come in. She sat down with the nurse following her, standing beside her with a worried expression. "Hello Tord. I'm Doctor Anderson, and Delaine tells me that you've been doing some very risky things. Now, we won't jump to any conclusions of course, but a pregnancy test is not hard at all and would take only a few moments. Would you be willing to do that at least to rule out the possibility?" She asked and I tensed, gripping the bottom of my sweater. I didn't know what to think about all of this. She had noticed my anxiety and smiled nicely. "Don't worry Tord, there are lots of ways to treat this. We just need to figure out what "this" is, and we'll take care of it. You're in good hands." She assured me and I sighed, nodding.
"Is it okay if Delaine brings you to the bathroom with a pregnancy test? You'll have privacy of course." She asked and I nodded once more. I don't think I could bring myself to say anything. "Good. Just follow her, and it'll be alright Tord. I'll wait for you here." She told me and I hesitantly got up, watching as the nurse began to walk out with a box in her hands.
After taking a very nerve-racking pregnancy test and giving the unmarked test to the nurse, she brought me back to the private room. I sat down and stayed quiet as the nurse handed Dr. Anderson the test-in-progress. She simply set it aside and looked at me calmly. "While we wait, I'd like to discuss the best option if this is positive. Is that alright with you?" She asked for permission and I nodded, fidgeting with the bottom of my sweater. "If you are pregnant, the safest option aside from an abortion would be to remove the child and perform a sort of surrogacy for the remainder of its development. Your body is very unstable and mainly a man's body, which isn't built to sustain a child. If you were to shift into a man at any point, it might cause severe complications for you and the baby. That is the main reason why surrogacy would be better in this case. Do you agree? There are other options as well." She proposed and I gripped my sweater tightly. It was so much to think about, but she was right. It's a good solution if I don't want to kill the baby or hurt it.
"I um... Would this.. Be something we should do immediately? Or do I have time to ask my partner?" I asked nervously. The kind British lady smiled once more to keep me from further freaking out and glanced at the pregnancy test that we were waiting on. "While it would ideally be as soon as possible, you can have time to discuss options with your partner. We wouldn't want the baby to be born against anyone's will, and not have good parents because of it." She reasoned and I nodded. That made me feel a little better, knowing I could talk to Tom first. "Of course, if the pregnancy test is negative, you might want to take another just in case. Your body is mainly male, which would hide the signs of pregnancy for the most part. That includes some important elements, like the hormonal change that shows if you're pregnant on a urine test. All of that aside, it's almost done. Have you had breakfast yet? It's quite early." She asked as a form of small talk. "No. I'm sort of hungry." I admitted an she motioned to the nurse to go get food. "You'll be here for a while, so Delaine will get you a good breakfast." She told me and I nodded.
"Quiet today hm? You've changed so much over the years, Red Leader. And now you might be having a baby! Oh, how things change so fast!" She exclaimed rather unprofessionally. I smiled slightly and clasped my hands together. "Things have changed a lot, you're right." I remarked and sighed. "But I'm still the same really. Just older and more tired. I guess that's how life is." I mumbled and she nodded, glancing at the test again. "Oh! Would you like the results?" She asked and I gripped my hands. "Yes." I responded quietly and the doctor held out the test to me. "It's positive." She told me as I stared at the red lines. My breath ceased as my chest tensed up. It was hard to believe what it said. "Don't worry Tord, it'll be okay." She assured me and set the test down. I tensed when she gently hugged me, but I appreciated it. I hesitantly hugged her as well and rested my tired head on her shoulder. "Being a mother-to-be is a lot to think about, it's natural to be afraid. It's okay." She whispered and I let out a shaky breath in an attempt to wind down. I took more pitiful breaths as I calmed down in some stranger's arms. I still trusted her enough to hug me, that's something.
"Um... Could you call Blue Leader now? Orrr page him or something-???" I asked awkwardly and she laughed, letting go of me. "Well why don't you call him? I'm sure he'd respond faster that way." She suggested and I blinked. Oh, right, I'm his boyfriend. I pulled out my phone from my pant-pocket and called Tom's number. It was first in my contacts, beside my parents' phone numbers. The call was picked up quickly, followed by a lot of cussing and noises. It sounded like he dropped his phone in the trash can, what a dodo. I eventually heard Tom respond in an attempted calm voice. "What's up Norski? Did your organs come out in the toilet?" He retorted and I rolled my eyes. I laid back in my chair and placed a hand on where my soon-to-be baby rested. "No Thomas, something a lot more important than that. Are you in private?" I asked as I prepared in my mind how to start this off. "Yeah, I'm just in my office signing all these endless papers. Boring day if you ask me. But what's the news sex kitten?" He purred and I visibly cringed at this new nickname.
"Stop this tomfoolery, literally. This is serious." I hissed and could feel his aura change as his tone did. "Alright, tell me Tord. I'm listening." He responded with a more respectable demeanor. "I'm not really sure how I should say this, but uhh... I'm... Erm... I'm sort of prego in my ego." I said to lighten the crushing weight of what I had to convey. "... Like the waffles? Did you fuck waffles Tord-?" He asked cluelessly and I groaned. "Babe please- use your two vodka-free braincells-." I spoke impatiently, rubbing my smooth face tiredly. "Ummm... Subtract the waffles... What else is there? "Prego in my ego-" is that code-? Are you being held hostage-?" He asked worriedly and I resisted the urge to break my phone. "Listen here dipshit- I've got a baby-." I snarled and heard the pure silence on the other side. I nervously clenched my free hand and stared at the ground. I felt nauseous and anxious, which was a bad combination. Then, the Brit finally spoke up. His voice wavered unsurely as he talked.
"Where are you?" My heart beat aggressively in my chest and head. I felt like I would really throw up. I gripped my stomach and wobbled slightly. I felt dizzy and sick. I felt faint. "I-I'm in the medical center." I told him and flinched when I felt the doctor support me. She must have noticed my sickly symptoms. "I'll be there as soon as possible, don't go anywhere." He said sternly before hanging up. I set down my phone and the doctor gently coaxed me into drinking a glass of water. "Are you okay? You look like you're going to pass out. Please, tell me how you're feeling." She insisted and I rubbed my upset stomach. "I-I feel like I'm going to puke. And I'm s-so dizzy." I gasped out and set down the empty glass. The sweet doctor smiled in an attempt to sooth me. "Just relax, I'll get a nurse to bring you some medicine, okay?" She told me and got up from her crouched position. I nodded and tried to calm down from my anxious state. She quickly sent the nurse off to bring medicine, and went back to urging me to drink water little by little. On top of my near panic attack, I had the weight of Thomas coming on my mind. God, what a mess today was.
(Yes the cliche trope of getting sick and it being pregnancy- what do you want from me-? It can't all be original twists-.)