Slow Rising Hcg Novels & Stories

Silence filled the room. Mind-numbing, oppressive, disheartening silence. The walls were closing in, inching nearer and nearer like a damn nightmare. Dr. Bharathi’s voice pierced through the void of numbness between Kate’s ears, “Looking at your second round of blood work, your hCG levels seem to be dropping on their own. I think we should stick to active monitoring. The pregnancy looks to be dissolving on its own. If your hormonal level increases, we’ll need to look into some other treatments, but for the moment, I think your body is doing the hard work for us.”

“Did she win, Aris? Is my brain finally fried?” Aris looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face—a look that was entirely too happy for a toxicology report. “Victoria, your neuro-receptors are perfectly fine. In fact, they’re working overtime. But it’s not the Gilded Grove Blue causing the surge.” He turned the monitor toward me. “Your HCG levels are off the charts. You aren’t sick, Victoria. You’re approximately six weeks pregnant.” The world stopped.

Sliding her chair closer, she adjusted her glasses. "Is there an issue, doc?" I inquired, going straight to the point. I am definitely not here to exchange pleasantries, I instantly feel sudden fear inside me. The feeling from the morning still lingers around me. Laughing, she waved it off, "It's good news, sweetheart," Good news…… how? My heart raced harder and faster as I watched her go over my chart again like she was double-checking the information. “There were traces of HCG in your urine, sweetheart,”

Aurelia felt the comfortable warmth in her chest start to cool, replaced by something prickly and uncertain. "Theo?" she prompted, voice smaller than she intended. He exhaled through his nose, rubbed a hand over his jaw once, twice, like he was buying time or steeling himself. When he finally looked at her again, the coldness in his eyes wasn't anger—it was something that I couldn't figure out yet... "The bloodwork came back," he said quietly. "Your HCG is elevated. Very elevated." She blinked. Once. Twice. "HCG…?" The letters floated in her head, familiar from too many late-night G****e spirals during her previous life, but right now they refused to connect.

My eyes are pinned on the doctor, searching for any sign of bad news. Her expression is unreadable as she gets right into it. “Mr Everhart, thank you for joining us. I wanted to discuss your wife's test results with you both.” “Is everything okay?” The doctor glances at the results in her hands. “Well, while conducting the routine tests, we came across some... unexpected findings.” My pulse quickens. Unexpected? That word alone sends alarm bells ringing in my head. “We’ve been doing regular blood work, as you know,” she continues, her tone becoming more deliberate, “and something flagged our attention. We detected elevated levels of hCG in her blood so we did further testing.”

Her smile isn’t quite as comforting as Nurse Sherri’s, but it doesn’t hint at anything bad either. She glances at Nurse Sherri, who nods and passes some papers to her. It only takes Doctor Wilson a second to look over them before she holds the papers out to me, saying, “If you’ll look the chart on that first page, you’ll find that you have a high level of Human Chorionic Gonadortopin, or hCG, in your bloodstream.” The chart shows several numbers and lines that connect dots, but I don’t have any clue what it means.

“ What's happening?" “oh my dear Alana,” Trixx replied, her presence immediate, protective, but just as confused. “ Alana, this doesn’t make sense. None of it does. We would’ve felt it. I would’ve smelled it. Hormonal changes, body shifts….it’s impossible for us not to know.” Alana's fingers trembled as she brushed a strand of hair from her face. “ But two tests said the same thing. Blood and urine. HCG levels don’t just appear out of nowhere.”

“Why do you look as if something huge is about to happen? Our baby is fine, right?” Dr. Ryan shook his head, letting his eyes drop to the desk as if he didn't want to witness the look on their faces once he broke the news. “Your HCG levels are getting low,” he looked up and said. “Tracy, what's going on? Is anything bothering you? Do you take any other drugs apart from the ones I prescribed for you? Most importantly, have you always been in a bad mood recently?” Tracy looked at her lap, sniffing and throwing Lucas a fearful look, her shoulders trembling.

"You announced to everyone that you were pregnant exactly one week after having sex with Cairo. HCG levels don’t rise fast enough to show up on a home test after seven days. It’s too early. It simply means the pregnancy was already there." She sinks back against her pillows, eyes darting between the three of us like we're kidnappers. “Furthermore, when I asked you earlier if you were feeling any lower abdominal cramping or fatigue, you said you weren’t feeling it at all. But your urine test results show the hormone markers and elevated protein levels that match a six-week term perfectly.” “This timeline is clearly a six-week pregnancy, and I'm not sure your reasons for denying that." Doctor

She had been so focused on the hacking forum, the passed out Sekani and the car wreck that everything else had been pushed into a dark corner of her mind. ​The nurse prepped her arm, but as the vitals came back from the rapid-test lab, she paused. The nurse looked at the digital readout, then back at Ava, her expression softening. ​"Ma'am, we can only take a sample for the cross-match. We cannot perform a full donation." ​"Why? She's going to die!" Ava argued, trying to sit up. ​"Because your HCG levels are elevated," the nurse said gently. "You're approximately eight weeks pregnant.