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I said to him as he kept giving me that what was wrong with your look. I excused myself immediately to go into the female restroom. I couldn't control the urge to throw up. He kept asking me what was wrong, but I didn't get the chance to reply. As I hurried into the restroom to empty my bowels, I thought I would feel a bit relieved, but the pain wouldn't just go away. I sat down at the toilet, unable to stand. I tried getting up a couple of times, but the pain in my lower tummy wouldn't let me stand. I sat on the toilet seat, but when the pain persisted, I got off the toilet, crouching.

The pressure low in my abdomen deepened, heavy and slow, like something tightening its grip. Dr. Leo nodded. He did not ask Jaden to leave. A thin blanket was placed over my legs and belly. It covered me just enough to suggest modesty, not enough to offer privacy. Somehow, it made me feel more exposed. Dr. Leo’s hands were professional. Careful. Controlled. “Show me where you feel it,” he said. “Low,” I replied. “It feels like pressure. Like my body is holding itself.” “And pain?” “No,” I said. “Not pain.”

Ronan chimed in, smoothing his hand over my covered head. "Are you sure? You look like someone close to you just died." I joked, letting out a light laugh, and that is when I felt a slight cramp in my lower abdomen. I tried moving, another pain shot up to my back and down my ass. "Del," Kai whispered, his hand on mine trembling ever so slightly. "Don't move; you are still healing."

Another contraction hits halfway to triage. This one is merciless. It starts deep in my back, a hot, grinding ache, then surges forward, wrapping around my middle like a steel cable pulling tighter and tighter. The pressure is overwhelming, building to a burning peak that radiates down my thighs and up into my ribs. My belly hardens completely, skin stretched so tight it feels like it might split. I grip the wheelchair arms with my free hand. Lean forward as far as I can. Breathe through gritted teeth, short, sharp gasps.

Then I got into a TV show and didn’t want to leave the couch. “Have you moved at all today?” He lifts my legs up and places them on his lap. “Yes, I was sitting on the couch, now I am laying on the couch.” I cheekily replied. I start to laugh until a sharp pain hits me through my lower abdomen. I hiss in pain, which makes me sit up and Brett places his arms around my back to stop me falling back down. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know.” I reply. “Maybe I’m coming down with a stomach bug?”

I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes and my temples as I tried to shake off the dizziness. I stood up slowly and carefully, the room was still spinning a little around me. I had no idea where Richard had gone to. I hadn’t heard him leave as I was fast asleep on the couch. As I walked towards the door, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my lower abdomen. I froze, gasping a little from the sudden discomfort. I placed my hand on my stomach instinctively, and the pain seemed to linger on for a second before it faded away just as quickly as it had come. What the hell was that?

Sierra. I wake to a dull ache low in my stomach. At first, it’s faint, something I can almost ignore, but the longer I lie still, the sharper it feels. It feels like a cramp. Like the ones I got during my periods. My hand instinctively goes to my abdomen, pressing lightly, as if that alone could soothe it, and I give it time to ease. Maybe I slept in the wrong position or something.

It won't be the same for her, she felt sudden pain in her lower abdomen. She groaned quietly in pain, feeling weird around her belly, but shook off the feeling as she got up from her seat and headed towards the elevators. She pressed on the elevator button and waited patiently, thinking that it was gonna end as she was having that type of pain often. She waited and eventually the elevator opened and she stepped inside. When she reached the top floor, the doors opened and she headed outside.

“Do you feel any pain when I press like this?” I shook my head in the negative. “No, I don’t feel anything.” The pain had subsided. I didn’t feel anything at the time. “The pain comes and goes and when it comes. It is concentrated on my lower abdomen going around the lower back.” The doctor frown and kept pressing and asking if I felt pain. I was starting to get frustrated by the whole thing until the pain hit again making me gasp. It was so bad that I held my breath, sweat covering my forehead, I swear I felt like I was going to die. The doctor kept checking.

Pull yourself together. I walk quickly, heels clicking against the marble floors as I make my way through the restaurant. I feel eyes on me, but I ignore them, keeping my gaze forward. I can feel something off, though. There’s a dull ache building in my lower belly, sharp and sudden, like a knife twisting deep inside. I push open the bathroom door, barely making it into a stall before the pain hits harder. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, and I wince, doubling over.