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Tasha smiled, got up, and left my office. With her perfect list, I would attend the meeting. I hoped Alexandr could forgive me for my failure when I gave him this. After all, we got what we needed from her.

Chapter 24 - Nadia

I knew I should feel more relieved that I didn’t get punished for failing. But being back felt more like a punishment than a cause for celebrations. I thought I would recover once back home, but it was harder now. Watching my cousins joking and being happy made me feel sick.

They were drinking beer and had offered me some three times now. Vadik bought some crispy chicken at some place around the corner. The entire kitchen reeked of old oil. My stomach turned, and I felt nauseated. Getting up to leave, Vadik yelled at me. “Where are you going?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I felt everything pushing up. “The bathroom,” I replied shortly. Moving forward, I felt it coming. Placing my hands over my mouth, I rushed to the bathroom. I made it just in time. I threw up as I went down on my knees next to the toilet.

I only had one piece of chicken and some old fruit juice. But it all came out. Pushing my legs out from under me, I sat on the cold bathroom floor, holding my hair back. After a couple of minutes, I felt sure it was over. Rinsing my face, I wondered if it was the chicken, or maybe the juice.

My face was white as a sheet. I might need to lie down for a while. Opening the bathroom door, I leaned against it. I felt dizzy and weak. I held onto the wall as I moved down the short passage to my room at the back of the house.

I closed the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. Something was wrong. My stomach cramped as I pulled my pillow down and lay on my side. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. I tried to relax but couldn’t as I felt my insides churning.

There was more; I hadn’t eaten that much, I thought as I rushed back to the bathroom. Flopping down on my knees, I vomited again. My head felt like it was pounding with every gag. Once nothing more came out, I stood and rinsed my face again.

I also had to brush my teeth as the taste was enough to make me sick again. I didn’t want to vomit again. I hated the feeling and felt even more tired. Looking at my white face, I hoped it wasn’t food poisoning.

After brushing my teeth again, I went back to my room. Getting back on the bed, I decided to try laying flat on my stomach. It felt slightly better for a couple of seconds. My stomach took a big turn, and I felt it pushing up again.

When I got to the bathroom this time, it felt like my world was turning upside down. Everything was pushing in all directions. Grabbing the bucket in the corner, I held it between my knees as I sat down. I surely had food poisoning, I thought as everything came out.

Feeling a tad better, I moved back to my room. I couldn’t stay there as we only had one bathroom. It would be weird if one of my cousins wanted to use it. Feeling sweat breaking out on my face, I thought it could be a cold.

Yet, I rarely got sick. But there was that one time at Abram’s place. Remembering that only made me feel worse. He wasn’t here to take care of me, and my cousins wouldn’t even notice.

Laying back down on my bed, I realized I needed help. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed the doctor. I was relieved when they informed me they had an opening for later the day. It wasn’t far away so I could walk there.

I didn’t want to ask my cousins as it would turn into a whole thing. They would take me, but only after teasing me.I didn’t want their attention. I changed into something more comfortable and sneaked out.

The doctor’s office was quiet when I arrived. I was glad as I didn’t want people to know. There was a lady with her son sitting in one corner. He appeared to have a cold as he was coughing and sweating. He also looked a little pale.

Yes, I thought as I sat in the other corner. I also have a cold. Yet, I wasn’t a doctor; maybe the boy had something else. Maybe I caught something somewhere when I ran away from Abram. There were too many possibilities for me to know.

A young blond woman in a white dress came out of a door on the side. She smiled as she was nearing me. “Nadia?” she asked, stopping a couple of feet from me.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Come with me, please. The doctor will see you now,” she said, turning and walking back.

Standing quickly, I felt my head spinning. I stood for a moment before following her to the back. As we went through the door, she turned back to me. I need to draw some blood, and the doctor asked if you would give me a urine sample.

Nodding, I followed as she took me to a room further down the hall. Entering a small cubicle, she pointed to a chair. I sat down and gave her my arm. Once she had drawn my blood, she handed me a small container. She pointed at a door across from the cubicle as she spoke. “The bathroom is in there.”

I took the container and went to the bathroom. As I came out, she was waiting for me. “Thank you,” she said, taking it from me. “You can wait here for the doctor,” she added, opening another door.

Entering the room, I knew it was the doctor's office. There was a desk and chair in one corner, a couple of counters, cupboards, and a bed. Sitting down on the bed, I wondered why she wanted a urine test. I wasn’t sure what they tested with it except for pregnancy. But that couldn’t be it, I assured myself.

Looking around, I felt a tad scared. I was so alone. I had no one in my life. The one person who cared for me, well, who I thought cared for me, didn’t. My eyes stung as tears accumulated in them.

I wiped at them as the door suddenly opened. “Good afternoon, Nadia,” Doctor Colesen said as she walked in and closed the door behind her. Before I could respond, she continued. “I see nothing to worry about in your blood or urine samples.”

She placed the file she was carrying on her desk, speaking as she came closer. “I would just like to check your blood pressure and vitals quickly.”

I waited for her to finish before speaking. “So, is there something wrong with me? I’ve been throwing up. I have severe stomach cramps, and I feel dizzy at times.”

“Yes,” she said, moving to her desk and sitting down. “Please come sit here,” she added, pointing to the chair across from her. She sounded cheerily as she continued. “I must congratulate you, though.”

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