DAWAEN
We were supposed to go to Dr. Bluewater's on the way from the hospital that first night but I got sick and threw up in the car. Tyler was pissed off and decided to just take me home. I've been sick for the past three days, vomiting and not being able to keep anything down. It was just like it was when I was on the ship. Tyler was so mad about me vomiting in his expensive car that when we got home he slammed my face into the side of the doorjamb. I have a large bruise on my cheek that hurt like hell, throbbing and making me feel like my face was swelling up to large proportions.
Today wasn't too bad regarding sickness. I didn't throw up as soon as I woke up but I was cold and just couldn't seem to get warm. I was huddled up under the covers when I heard the door open. I didn't care anymore...
"You gonna get your fat ass out of bed?" Tyler growled.
"Why?" I croaked, my throat sore.
"I'm taking you to that doctor I was supposed to take you to. Get up, you grotesque monster."
He slammed the door and I balled up tighter, whimpering a little. These new hormones were going to be annoying as hell. I was unconscious for most of my procedures except the whole jelly baby thing, but even then I didn't have enough time to really have my hormones mess me up. I'm used to my deadbeat father beating me but this whole crying thing was annoying as hell.
I eventually willed myself out of bed and slowly went about the room. There were a couple of times I gagged but I held it in and tried to move as slowly as I could. A few moment later, Tyler came back in and caught me taking my shirt off. Seeing me, he sneered.
"Disgusting."
"I get it, damn it. I'll be ready in a minute. You've got to give me some time."
"I don't need to give you shit. I didn't want to claim your sorry ass back when they said you were home but I have to make sure people don't get the wrong idea. Less ratings and views means the less money I make... now for the both of us."
"Oh, I'm so sorry that your stupid weather career is being overshadowed by your son's fucking return!"
Tyler walked in and backhanded me, making me stumble away.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, boy. Get fucking dressed and meet me in the car, you ungrateful little fucker."
He slammed the door and I ran back to the bathroom as quickly as I could to vomit into the toilet. The slap made me unable to keep anything in. I put my arm on the back of the seat and tried to lift my head up to keep from smelling my own vomit but because I had been bed-ridden for days, I hadn't really eaten. All I was throwing up was bile... After a few minutes, I was finally able to stand up and leaned against the wall.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"I said for you to get your sorry ass out here! What's taking you so long?!"
"I had to vomit because you hit me!"
"I'm going to do a lot worse to you if you don't get out here."
I sighed, trying to collect myself and get into the car. I hope I didn't get car sick on the way to the doctor.
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To my chagrin, I did get sick in the car again and now I'll have to explain my split lip to the doctor. Tyler stopped the car and turned to me.
"Is there anything that I don't suspect that I should be looking out for?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Yeah. Sure."
He got out and I sighed, getting out after him. I walked as briskly as I could and looked at the small building acting as a clinic. The sign read: Not Your Usual Clinic – Dr. David Bluewater, MD and Dr. India Market, DX. What the heck is a DX? I know what an MD is...
"This place looks like where a woman would go to do an illegal abortion." Tyler grumbled.
"Not cool, Dad." I said under my breath.
"If you weren't like this, I could have taken you to a better clinic."
I barked out a laugh. "As if that would actually happen. You'd take me to the cheapest place you could find."
He ignored me as we went up the steps and to the door. There was a sign in the door that said OPEN and Tyler turned the knob. There was actually a reception and waiting area and we went up to the desk. There was no one sitting there but there was a bell. Dad rang it a bunch of times before a red headed woman came walking from the back and just stared at Tyler. Seeing her, he stopped and put on his 'presentable' face.
"Good morning, my name is Tyler Cyrio. You might know me from the weather channel?"
"Your face looks familiar." She said but it wasn't in impression.
I tried not to smile since she wasn't won over by his fake charm. Tyler seemed annoyed but still kept up the charade.
"I'm here with my son, Dawaen. He was supposed to come here a few days ago but there were some issues."
"What's his problem? You do know that this clinic is run by Dr. Bluewater, the one who treated Max Taylor, the boy who was impregnated by aliens."
"I am unfortunately aware of that. My son was taken and just returned."
That seemed to intrigue the lady and she walked closer to the window.
"Taken; as in, abducted. By aliens."
"Yeah."
"Did you come back with Marsden Holt?"
"Yeah, I did. Me, Kole, Mars, and Max."
The lady smiled a little and motioned to the door at the side.
"Come."
We turned and she opened the door that led to the back of the clinic. We followed her into an examination room and she let my dad go in but stopped me.
"If you'll wait one second, Mr. Cyrio, I would like to run some tests on your son."
"Go ahead." He said, not a concern in his voice.
I made a face but followed the lady down the hallway.
"I'm Dr. Market, by the way." She said.
"Oh... so... what does DX mean?"
"DX?"
"Outside, on the sign, it says DX behind your name."
"Ah, well, they don't exactly have a doctorate for xenology, so I made one up. Do you know what that means?"
"I'm... kind of hoping it's not what I think it is."
"I study aliens."
"Ah... yeah..."
"Does that bother you?"
"No, it's just... finalizing. Why did you want me to come with you?"
"So that I could get you away from your deadbeat dad." I gave her a confused look and she pointed at my lip. "I know a busted lip from being hit when I see one. How long has that been going on?"
"It's none of your business." I snapped.
"I do believe it is. Wasn't that part of the reason you attacked Max in the first place and caused the unfortunate abduction of yourself?"
I glared at her and then pointed. "You're not real, are you?"
"I'm completely human; I'm also quite observant. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see where you come from."
"You'd be surprised."
"It's called 'ignorance is bliss' and lots of adults use it to keep themselves from realizing that not all parents are good to their children." I turned away from her. "I understand very much about what you're going through. Why do you think a grown woman like me believed in aliens so much that I pursued a career in it and even made up my own doctorate for it on a sign outside of a shit building in a small podunk town like this?"
I smiled a little. "I see..."
"Come on, we'll go and see Dr. Bluewater."
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Dr. Market knocked on a door at the other end of the clinic and a voice told her to come in. We opened the door and I heard someone coughing and an older guy walked out wiping his hands on a towel.
"Oh, India... Who's that?"
"This is Dawaen Cyrio; apparently he was with Max and the others on their trip into the stars."
"Is that so? Then, before we get to you, maybe you could help me understand what's happening to Max?"
"Max? What do you mean?"
He motioned for us to come and I followed him into a backroom of sorts. There were bloody rags everywhere, like it was a battle zone after the war or something. I heard coughing again and I looked behind me, finding Max laying in a bed, coughing into a rag.
"Max?"
He turned to look at me and made a face.
"Dawaen?"
I walked over to him and he held out his hands.
"No, don't... Don't come closer."
"I'm not going to hit you..."
"I know that, I meant for your sake. The doctors don't know what's wrong with me so..."
"He's been coughing since he got here two days ago. It's gotten worse since then. I thought maybe you might know something?" the doctor asked behind me.
I thought for a second. "Mars was looking for something that Zylith sent to his email. Documents regarding what was going on up there. I know Max got injected with something while Mars was fighting that A1 guy after he found him."
"I was injected with something?" Max asked, looking confused.
"Didn't Mars tell you?"
"I'm pretty sure Mars forgot after that fiasco with Kole and then me being a selfish asshole..." He coughed harshly, his body shaking as he held the rag up to his mouth. When he pulled it away, blood had stained it. "I just want to stop coughing..."
"God, what's going on with you?"
"That's what we had hoped you could tell us."
"I wish I knew, but I honestly couldn't tell you. You'd have to ask Mars about it but since you guys aren't talking-"
"We're not just 'not talking', he fucking killed our friendship!" Max screamed, making himself cough again. He shivered and hit the bed beside him. "He abandoned me! Like everyone else!"
"Calm down, Max." the doctor said, walking over to him and patting him on the shoulder. "You're stressing yourself out..."
"Why can't I be stressed out?! I'm coughing up blood, my parents think I'm a fake, my best friend abandoned me, and I'm alone!"
"You've got us." Dr. Market said.
"You're not my parents!" he yelled.
"You can have mine..." I mumbled.
"I DON'T WANT YOURS!"
"I think you should go ahead and check Mr. Cyrio out before you kill Max by stressing him out and cause this young man to get in trouble." Dr. Market said.
"Right... Come on, Mr. Cyrio."
"My name's Dawaen."
"Right, sorry... I only know Mars and Max. I'm not used to having more than that around..."
I nodded and looked back at Max. "I'm sorry this is happening to you, Max. If I can get a hold of Mars, I'll see if he can look into those documents and I can get you an answer."
"Okay."
I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry..."
He smiled a little and then looked embarrassed.
"Um... if... if maybe you see my parents, could you tell them that I'm real? That... that I want to see them?"
Being the son of my father, I don't have a lot of pity for people. I keep all that pity for me so that I can feel bad about myself and then drink my feelings. But for once, I felt utterly sorry for someone else. Even though I was drunk half the time and was disgusted, I was more angry and disgusted by the way his parents were. Max's parents were fucking saints... Their kid comes back being abducted by aliens and impregnated and they do everything they possibly can to make sure he is loved and cared for. What kid wouldn't want that? To know that they have the absolute support of their parents through something as screwed up as this? But now... now he doesn't have that and he's crumbling. According to Mars, he had issues regarding self-worth before all of this... I can only imagine...
"Your parents moved away, Max... I'm not going to see them unless I track them down."
He laughed humorlessly, nodding. "Right..."
"But, I can try?"
"Don't worry about it..."
"Dawaen?"
I wanted to say something more comforting, but making him hope for something I could never do was just cruel...
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Dr. Bluewater led me down the hallway to a room that had a sonography machine (which I had become familiar with) and motioned for me to sit on the table.
"How did you know?"
Dr. Bluewater smiled. "Not my first rodeo... Your hips are a little wide for your build and you've got that glow. Does your father know?"
"The hospital did an ultrasound and showed him the picture."
"Did you already know?"
"Yeah, I had no doubts. I mean, I was told that that's what would happen to me. I... just don't know how many."
"Well, that's what we're going to check. Lay back and let me proceed."
I nodded and pulled my shirt up, laying back on the bed. Dr. Bluewater looked at my stomach and made a face.
"How far along are you?"
"Not long. A month at most."
"Just a month?"
"Possibly two, I don't know... It's hard to tell what happened when and what does what."
"I see..."
"Why?"
"Because you're actually starting to show a little bit."
I made a face as he squirted the gel on my stomach and used the wand on me. He moved the wand a little and then stopped when we heard a small thumping noise.
"There's a heartbeat..."
He moved the wand around some more when there were multiple thumping noises and we both looked at each other in surprise. Dr. Bluewater studied my stomach carefully, seeming to go over certain spots and all over my stomach. He suddenly turned the machine off and I looked at him.
"Well?"
"I'm... not sure what to tell you?"
"The truth would be nice."
"Are you sure?"
"I've had a lot of shit happen to me in the past few months that I thought would never happen so... let 'er rip."
Dr. Bluewater sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I counted five individual sacs. I'm afraid that you're pregnant with quintuplets, Dawaen."
I blinked a little, unsure if I heard him right. "Did... you say five?"
"Yes."
I just stared at the screen, wondering what the hell I was supposed to say to Tyler when I realized he already knew. That's why he didn't say anything.
"Oh god..."
"Do... you want me to break it to your father?"
"He already knows. He saw the sonogram pictures and wouldn't show me... Shit..." I said, trying to wrap my head around it. "Oh god..."
"We need to get back to your father-"
"He'll kill me..."
"What?"
"He's going to literally kill me."
"I'm sure we can think of something, Dawaen. I'll be there with you to help smooth things over-"
"There's no 'smoothing things over' with Tyler Cyrio!" I screamed, sitting up. I put my head in my hands. "Tyler Cyrio is just an asshole who ended up having to care for someone like me and now look at me!" I sobbed, tears trailing my face as I stared at the doctor in hysterics. "I'm a big blob of mess because I was an ass and then got kidnapped for revenge and now I'm just as bad as the person I hurt!"
"Okay, okay, calm down for a second." Dr. Bluewater said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Letting your hormones take over won't help. We still have to tell him that you know and we need to give you a thorough checkup. I will make sure to prescribe something to keep the mood swings down and India will look into your blood work to see if there is anything in her field of study she can do to make things easier. That's what she's here for." Dr. Bluewater moved me to look at him fully. "India and I came here to help people like you and Max and everyone else."
"But I don't want to be like them..." I whined.
"I know, but it's here and it's real, so let's go and face the music."
I nodded, still unable to wrap my head around it. Jellies crawling out of my mouth every few hours was nothing compared to this. I didn't have alien intervention to help me, I didn't have things to keep me unconscious. I was going to have to do this all alone (because like hell Tyler would help me) and fully conscious.
This was going to be hell.
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tada! the first mpreg reveal of the story: dawaen is prego with quints! how lucky of him 😏 what's he going to do now?
and poor max is just laying there suffering lol. it's not really funny but it kind of is. will his parents ever at least come and see him??? 😦