"Miss Wallace, Dr. Katrina has your test results," said a young female receptionist at the City Hospital, where Lauren worked.
Lauren was on leave today and had asked her friend Dr. Katrina, a colleague at the hospital to take care of Rayne who could no longer handle her constant nausea and weakness. It had become so frequent that she began to think she'd caught some illness.
She had come to the hospital for a check-up. After being examined, Dr. Katrina had ordered a few tests to be done in the office, and she had asked Rayne to wait in the waiting room.
"That was quick," Rayne told the doctor, sitting down on the opposite side of her desk.
Dr. Katrina opened Rayne's file. "I don't have the results of all your tests, but there's no need to wait for them. This test tells me exactly why you're feeling queasy and sleepy."
"What's the answer?"
"You're pregnant."
