The structure of the building was a serene display of white and warm yellow hues, conveying simplicity and clarity. Georgia had paid her way through its doors. As she observed the expensive cars parked outside the hospital gates, a realization dawned upon her.
This wasn't just any hospital—it was a private hospital boasting a pristine environment, top-tier medical equipment, and naturally, high prices.
Without overthinking, she made her way inside the hospital, registered, and underwent the necessary examinations.
The results of the tests were promptly furnished, taking less than half an hour.
Entering the consulting room, she sat across from a compassionate female doctor.
The doctor pushed the report towards her. "You're pregnant."
"What?"
Georgia was dumbfounded. All her apprehensions and musings had now transformed into sheer astonishment. When she had arrived, she had assumed the probability was minuscule, but unexpectedly, the odds were in her favor!
She bit her lip, gazing at the report before her, at a loss about what to do.
The doctor on the other side noticed her expression, gently spoke up, and began advising her, "It hasn't been long, just over a month. Now is the right time for the procedure."
The term "procedure" was clear to Georgia. She was taken aback and responded, "I need some time to think."
After all, it wasn't her own child.
Her life with Jack was already tangled and complicated, and this unexpected little life was only adding to the chaos. It had caught her off guard.
Holding the report, Georgia walked out of the consulting room, feeling as if a heavy stone weighed down her heart, making it hard to breathe.
Would her life with Jack take a better turn if he found out she was pregnant?
Lost in thought, she proceeded, inadvertently failing to notice a medical cart speeding towards her. When she reacted, it was too late—the cart had collided with her.
Georgia's arm bore the brunt of the collision, causing her pain. As she regained her senses, she saw a young nurse in a pink uniform holding the cart steady.
The nurse giggled apologetically, "I'm so sorry, my hand slipped."
Georgia waved it off, "It's alright."
She was about to continue when the nurse stopped her. "Is anything wrong?"
"The cart hit you just now, and there are some used medical items on it. They aren't very clean. Let me take you to a place where you can disinfect yourself. Would that be okay?"
Georgia glanced at the used gauze and nodded hesitantly, "Alright."
She wasn't alone now, and for the sake of the child, she needed to be cautious.
The nurse parked the cart in the nearby corridor and then turned to her, saying gently, "Follow me."
Georgia was preoccupied with thoughts of her pregnancy and didn't pay much attention. They took the elevator down to the eighth floor.
This floor was noticeably different from the one she had been on earlier. The peaceful ambiance and modest hospital rooms pointed to the VIP floors.
Upon entering a small consulting room within the sick ward, the nurse gestured towards a chair and kindly said, "I'm the nurse for this floor. Please have a seat and wait for a moment. I'll fetch some medication and be back shortly."
Georgia nodded, sat down, and waited. As the nurse left the room, she was left alone with her thoughts. Georgia took a deep breath, took out her phone, and contemplated calling Jack.