"You're scaring me." It was the first thing Sarah said when the doctor called about Ezra. She winced so that she thought she might be sick herself. Before she knew it, she was biting her nails in to the quick.
She didn't know where he was, to begin with. That was a little alarming when she first got home from work, but she'd gone on and folded the clothes in the dryer then put on some spaghetti sauce to simmer. She'd even added the last of the fresh mushroom. For once, she was going to make it the way he liked it. Not the way she did with just a lot of Italian cheeses.
And then it went on to be six then seven.
"What..what is going on?" She was ready to pounce Craig when she got to the hospital with Jake in tow. He was just too big to carry in that baby seat. Naturally, he kicked like crazy when he saw Craig. Jake would want Craig. Jake kicked her in the pelvic region just to let her know, how much.
She handed him over against her better judgement.
"I didn't.." He sounded as if there was nothing he could say nor do now. "I didn't think it would take this long."
She swelled a frown.
"You are just making things worse." She hugged herself in her neat tracksuit as if she might go for a run around the hospital. Honestly, she didn't feel all that together. She didn't even get in three mouth fulls of pasta. Now she wasn't hungry. She felt like crying. And she didn't care if he saw her have a melt down.
"Look, just standard procedure." Craig kept even lipped as he held his happy son, who wanted to be with him instead of her.
She sucked in a breath.
What if they found something completely new to diagnose Ezra with? It pained her at the thought there could really be something wrong. She didn't really like hospitals. Suddenly, the urge hit her. She had to go to the bathroom. Somewhere. She was definitely going to throw up.