[Fanfic] Code Blue - An Extended Epilogue 10
Title: An Extended Epilogue
Fandom: Code Blue
Characters: Aizawa x Shiraishi
Disclaimer: Code Blue belongs to its respective creators.
Author's Note: Another chapter, and a bombshell. Life takes a drastic turn for our characters as we approach the climax.
A doctor is used to diagnosing people they’ve never met. They can tell how sick you are just by examining you, and their jobs (and lives) depend on them being right. But doctors are human, and occasionally they themselves take ill. When that happens, there are doctors who treat themselves like a patient and attempt to heal on their own. There are doctors who sit back and trust others to do the magic.
Then there are doctors who cannot even tell when something’s wrong with them… until it’s too late.
Megumi dropped the stick into the sink and dropped forward, bracing her hands on the wall. Her heart was beating loudly, her hearing strangely muted. Her gaze drifted back down to the stick that had burned her, literally. It was unmistakeable.
She was pregnant.
“Dear god…” She breathed unsteadily and checked the pregnancy stick again as if it would suddenly change color. There’s no mistaking it, she was pregnant. Fighting to keep the nausea down, she threw the pregnancy kit away and stumbled back to her room, where the first thing she did was call in sick. For an ER doctor to suddenly take leave it would surely cause a frantic rescrambling of schedules, but she was past caring.
The next thing she did was lie facedown on the bed and cry. No sounds, just tears. It was like the tears were the physical manifestation of all her frustrations and they were now pouring out in a raging torrent.
Some fifteen minutes later, Megumi got up all puffy-eyed and red nosed and called again, this time to the one person she felt could help.
Forty-five minutes later a very agitated Mihoko was sitting on the sofa, her eyes locked on her friend. Megumi had calmed down somewhat, but traces of her crying bout still lingered. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chin, eyes gaunt and hollow.
Mihoko decided that the best question is the most obvious, but certainly the most painful. “Does Aizawa know?”
Megumi flinched like she had been slapped. She shook her head in the negative, which pretty much was what Mihoko initially guessed. “I haven’t talked to him in weeks, even before he left for New York.” She said weakly. “I just found out… this morning.”
Mihoko mentally backtracked through the days and then cautiously asked; “It’s been eight weeks since you slept with him and you just thought to check this morning?”
Megumi smiled at the silliness of it. “You know how things are… I just looked at the calendar yesterday and realized my period was overdue. Given the... circumstances, my first suspicion was… and it was…”
“True.” Mihoko finished flatly and took a deep breath, holding it in for a while. It was one thing to have committed a drunken error, and another to be carrying the proof of that night in your belly. The first can be forgiven and forgotten, but the second?
“So what do you want to do?” She asked finally, frustration in the edges of her tone. “I can probably get a discreet consultation from Gynecology, maybe set you up with an appointment for - “
“I’m keeping it, Hiyama.”
That simple sentence, spoken with quiet conviction cut off whatever Mihoko had been thinking and kicked her thoughts down another path. “Are you crazy?” She gasped. “Keep that baby? Aizawa would never agree!”
“He doesn’t have to know.” Once again Megumi’s iron determination reared to the front. “If I leave, nobody will know.”
“Where will you go?”
“Anywhere. It shouldn’t be hard to find a spot elsewhere. Somewhere far away from here. I can chalk it up to experience. My father once offered me a place in Toudai’s medical center too, and…” Shiraishi knew she was rambling but she didn’t care.
“You’re going to Toudai?” Mihoko was certain her friend had lost it. “Shiraishi, this isn’t funny. We’re talking about a child here. Your child. Aizawa’s child. You can’t just leave him out of the loop.”
“Nobody’s leaving him out of anything,” Megumi drew her knees closer, if possible. “He had admitted the night was a mistake, that it wasn’t supposed to happen. If I tell him I’m pregnant, goodness knows what he will do.”
“Well this is Aizawa we’re talking about here. Worst thing is he’ll tell you to abort.”
“I won’t.”
“Why are you being stubborn!? You’re single and a doctor! You should sit down with Aizawa - “
“It’s not his fault!” Megumi shot back, her anger startling Mihoko into silence. That said, Megumi retreated back into her shell. “I don’t want him to feel burdened because of something he didn’t even want. This baby is mine, I’ll make the decisions.”
Mihoko pinched the bridge of her nose, willing her frustration away. “… First things first. You’re two months pregnant. In four months you’re not going to be able to hide it, maybe less. If you’re going to run from Aizawa, you’ll have to do it now.”
Her parents were no less stunned than Mihoko, though they were certainly more level about it. Hirofumi slowly got to his feet and went to stand in front of the fireplace while Natsuki continued to sit, frozen.
Megumi had some idea what was going on in their minds. Hirofumi was the traditional partriach, the upholder of family customs and beliefs. This had never happened before, and to happen to him, to his daughter, his pride and joy...
She could only imagine the conflict of rage and disappointment clashing within him.
“So the father knows nothing.” He finally said and Megumi nodded. “I do not want to tell him.”
“Would he react badly, Megu?” Natsuki finally found her voice. “Why would you want to hide - “
“Natsuki.” Hirofumi warned his wife and took a deep breath, taking his time to form the words. “You realize this is very… awkward, Megumi. You with child, to a man you are not married to and what’s more you wish to keep this child without notifying the father.”
“He doesn’t need to know,” Megumi wondered how many times had she repeated it. Again and again until they sounded hollow and bitter and vile. “He had already said it was a mistake. We acknowledge that it never happened.”
“But it did.” Natsuki’s gaze was both steely and hurt. “You cannot pretend otherwise now.”
“I know. And I… won’t.” Megumi could feel herself breaking apart. “Mother, father, I love the man and I love this child. I won’t give it up. I know he’d tell me to abort, and I can’t do that. I can’t willingly take a life that I had created. I just can’t!” Her breath hitched with sobs as she hunched over, wondering why why why was it all so hard.
Natsuki and Hirofumi stared at their daughter, and finally the patriarch sighed.
“You need to quit your job, Megumi.”
Fandom: Code Blue
Characters: Aizawa x Shiraishi
Disclaimer: Code Blue belongs to its respective creators.
Author's Note: Another chapter, and a bombshell. Life takes a drastic turn for our characters as we approach the climax.
A doctor is used to diagnosing people they’ve never met. They can tell how sick you are just by examining you, and their jobs (and lives) depend on them being right. But doctors are human, and occasionally they themselves take ill. When that happens, there are doctors who treat themselves like a patient and attempt to heal on their own. There are doctors who sit back and trust others to do the magic.
Then there are doctors who cannot even tell when something’s wrong with them… until it’s too late.
Megumi dropped the stick into the sink and dropped forward, bracing her hands on the wall. Her heart was beating loudly, her hearing strangely muted. Her gaze drifted back down to the stick that had burned her, literally. It was unmistakeable.
She was pregnant.
“Dear god…” She breathed unsteadily and checked the pregnancy stick again as if it would suddenly change color. There’s no mistaking it, she was pregnant. Fighting to keep the nausea down, she threw the pregnancy kit away and stumbled back to her room, where the first thing she did was call in sick. For an ER doctor to suddenly take leave it would surely cause a frantic rescrambling of schedules, but she was past caring.
The next thing she did was lie facedown on the bed and cry. No sounds, just tears. It was like the tears were the physical manifestation of all her frustrations and they were now pouring out in a raging torrent.
Some fifteen minutes later, Megumi got up all puffy-eyed and red nosed and called again, this time to the one person she felt could help.
Forty-five minutes later a very agitated Mihoko was sitting on the sofa, her eyes locked on her friend. Megumi had calmed down somewhat, but traces of her crying bout still lingered. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chin, eyes gaunt and hollow.
Mihoko decided that the best question is the most obvious, but certainly the most painful. “Does Aizawa know?”
Megumi flinched like she had been slapped. She shook her head in the negative, which pretty much was what Mihoko initially guessed. “I haven’t talked to him in weeks, even before he left for New York.” She said weakly. “I just found out… this morning.”
Mihoko mentally backtracked through the days and then cautiously asked; “It’s been eight weeks since you slept with him and you just thought to check this morning?”
Megumi smiled at the silliness of it. “You know how things are… I just looked at the calendar yesterday and realized my period was overdue. Given the... circumstances, my first suspicion was… and it was…”
“True.” Mihoko finished flatly and took a deep breath, holding it in for a while. It was one thing to have committed a drunken error, and another to be carrying the proof of that night in your belly. The first can be forgiven and forgotten, but the second?
“So what do you want to do?” She asked finally, frustration in the edges of her tone. “I can probably get a discreet consultation from Gynecology, maybe set you up with an appointment for - “
“I’m keeping it, Hiyama.”
That simple sentence, spoken with quiet conviction cut off whatever Mihoko had been thinking and kicked her thoughts down another path. “Are you crazy?” She gasped. “Keep that baby? Aizawa would never agree!”
“He doesn’t have to know.” Once again Megumi’s iron determination reared to the front. “If I leave, nobody will know.”
“Where will you go?”
“Anywhere. It shouldn’t be hard to find a spot elsewhere. Somewhere far away from here. I can chalk it up to experience. My father once offered me a place in Toudai’s medical center too, and…” Shiraishi knew she was rambling but she didn’t care.
“You’re going to Toudai?” Mihoko was certain her friend had lost it. “Shiraishi, this isn’t funny. We’re talking about a child here. Your child. Aizawa’s child. You can’t just leave him out of the loop.”
“Nobody’s leaving him out of anything,” Megumi drew her knees closer, if possible. “He had admitted the night was a mistake, that it wasn’t supposed to happen. If I tell him I’m pregnant, goodness knows what he will do.”
“Well this is Aizawa we’re talking about here. Worst thing is he’ll tell you to abort.”
“I won’t.”
“Why are you being stubborn!? You’re single and a doctor! You should sit down with Aizawa - “
“It’s not his fault!” Megumi shot back, her anger startling Mihoko into silence. That said, Megumi retreated back into her shell. “I don’t want him to feel burdened because of something he didn’t even want. This baby is mine, I’ll make the decisions.”
Mihoko pinched the bridge of her nose, willing her frustration away. “… First things first. You’re two months pregnant. In four months you’re not going to be able to hide it, maybe less. If you’re going to run from Aizawa, you’ll have to do it now.”
Her parents were no less stunned than Mihoko, though they were certainly more level about it. Hirofumi slowly got to his feet and went to stand in front of the fireplace while Natsuki continued to sit, frozen.
Megumi had some idea what was going on in their minds. Hirofumi was the traditional partriach, the upholder of family customs and beliefs. This had never happened before, and to happen to him, to his daughter, his pride and joy...
She could only imagine the conflict of rage and disappointment clashing within him.
“So the father knows nothing.” He finally said and Megumi nodded. “I do not want to tell him.”
“Would he react badly, Megu?” Natsuki finally found her voice. “Why would you want to hide - “
“Natsuki.” Hirofumi warned his wife and took a deep breath, taking his time to form the words. “You realize this is very… awkward, Megumi. You with child, to a man you are not married to and what’s more you wish to keep this child without notifying the father.”
“He doesn’t need to know,” Megumi wondered how many times had she repeated it. Again and again until they sounded hollow and bitter and vile. “He had already said it was a mistake. We acknowledge that it never happened.”
“But it did.” Natsuki’s gaze was both steely and hurt. “You cannot pretend otherwise now.”
“I know. And I… won’t.” Megumi could feel herself breaking apart. “Mother, father, I love the man and I love this child. I won’t give it up. I know he’d tell me to abort, and I can’t do that. I can’t willingly take a life that I had created. I just can’t!” Her breath hitched with sobs as she hunched over, wondering why why why was it all so hard.
Natsuki and Hirofumi stared at their daughter, and finally the patriarch sighed.
“You need to quit your job, Megumi.”