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For mama Prudy64 I love you tons. I updated chapter 10,11,12,13, read in order!

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"You turn this bad boy into a busybody" _Ladipoe (know you)

Liz

Life is so unpredictable sometimes it just keeps pitching you curves. I knew this at an early age yet sometimes I still get shocked at some things it brings my way.

Widowed. I really wasn't expecting that, too complicated and definitely messy.

I shook my head strongly as if it will clear the thoughts building up in it. My buzzer alerted me to the fact that I was needed in the Emergency unit for a consult.

"Hey Doctor Brown. You are needed in trauma bay 6" Megan the chief nurse said.

"Alright" placing my hand under the electric dispenser to sanitise it and going in.

A pregnant beautiful woman lay on her side with her husband clutching her hands. Their body language spoke volumes of anxiety and the woman looked too dependent on the man.

Her eyes were trained on him like a puppy to master.

Doctor Dean was back from sabbatical and I mentally face palmed myself when I saw him, hanging up a bag of normal saline on an IV stand.

I told you not to eat where you shit.

When I moved here late last year I had a fling of some sort and it was supposed to be just sex hookups till he dropped the L word on me.

I ran, like my life depended on it.

"Excuse us," leading me out of the room.

"Dr Dean, you're back" I said curling up the side of my mouth in a smile that didn't reach my eyes. He was lovely and all but I'm not interested in any kind of commitment not with him or anyone else.

Blue grey eyed soldier looks like temptation though.

But you're too messed up for anyone else anyway.

"Yes. I know you didn't miss me" he smiled while I rolled my eyes. He was too easy, too emotional, so definitely a no.

"You paged me" I responded, digging my hands into the pocket of my ward coat.

"Look at this," handing me the hospital tab, displayed on it was an ultrasound result.

Wow!

Four years practising and I've only read about it I've never seen an actual case, she was pregnant but there was no baby.

"I don't even know how this is possible, we have run the scans five times but nothing. Yet she should be 4 months pregnant, hormonal changes everything is positive the only issue is there is no actual baby in that stomach."

"Well it does happen, the question is why is being pregnant so important to her? Our mind is so powerful it can play tricks on our body, we are what we think; our most prominent thoughts is what our body reflects."

"How do we even break it to her, the couple have been trying for seven years" he asked puzzled.

"Well we could do that together" I replied shrugging my shoulders, his face sagged in relief.

My heart skipped a bit as we entered the treatment room because we were about to dash this couples hope.

"Good afternoon. My name is  Doctor Brown and I'm from the  Psychiatry department," immediately I finished introducing myself, I sat on another bedside chair, directly opposite the husband.

"Why are you here my wife is not mad," the husband quickly replied as hostile as he could.

People hear psychiatry, therapist or psychology and they think they have to be mad. Which is far from the case. But unfortunately, Mental health is a subject that isn't really talked about and normalised.

"Of course she isn't. I will like to talk to the both of you." I said as gently as I could maintaining direct eye contact as I did that.

"Okay," she answered quietly.

Her voice was quiet and soothing but her eyes couldn't deny that she was worried.

"First, I want you to know that this isn't your fault. Sometimes we wish for things so hard it actually happens to us but its actually our mind playing tricks on out body.." I took a pause to be sure they were following.

They looked hung on my  every word. The man gripped his wife hand gently and then I continued.

"You have a condition called hysterical pregnancy or Pseudocyesis. Although every sign of pregnancy is present,  weight gain, bulging tummy, increased hormones, morning sickness, tender breast and the rest there is no actual baby."

The once calm mam was suddenly triggered and shot up from where he was on the chair.

"You all are mad" The husband shouted before the wife could even respond. His eyes roved around the blue painted hospital room and I swallowed a sigh.

"Please calm down, and let's figure out a way through this together." I entreated, my voice maintained the same initial pitch.

"No!" The lady said firmly, surging forward. "I feel my baby kick, I'm pregnant your machine must be broken."

"We've run the scans thrice ma'am," Dr Dean replied finally chipping in.

"Then I don't care, all your machines are broken or you don't know your jobs," The man screamed.

Mister man calm down.

The husband seemed so controlling, it made sense why she felt under so much additional pressure to be pregnant.

"Excuse me please. I need you both to be calm. We just need to talk about it and understand why being pregnant is so important to you," Crossing my legs subtly.

Control is a very important tool in psychiatry, control of your emotions around your patients always. If they see insecurity or fear or too much care they pounce on it.

"No we want to be discharged right now, I'll sue this hospital, the least you should do is make sure your equipments are in order. You want to take our baby from us, this is why we people don't trust medicine. You are liars" The wife screamed again while flashing her husband worries looks.

Now she was displaying signs of paranoia, anxiety, but the way she clutched her husband's hand was betraying her fear.

"You may go. As much as we have a duty to you, we can't hold you down as its your choice and you are not a danger to yourself or others,"I replied.

"We will like to be discharged now!" His voice was hostile.

Dean and I exited the room closing the slide door gently, sometimes we lie to ourselves because the truth is harder, so we cling to an illusion of what isn't because we want it to be.
Getting help is Paramount because later all the signs will fade away and the depression that accompanies is very hard.

Hours later of visiting patients, in-house counselling sessions and psych evaluations for transplant patients I was finally done for the day.

Out of impulse, I pulled out my phone to check if I had any messages.

Who are you expecting to text you?

Father Christmas, rolling my eyes. I wonder why my subconscious doesn't shuts up sometimes.

'My tired was tired' If this is a correct statement I don't care cause its what I'm presently feeling.

Father Christmas Jason right? This guy was so confusing, he wants us to be friends then he just appear then disappear again. No single text today or call. It been five days since he told me of his status.

You could call him too you know.

Well I've tried calling him 2 days earlier and he didn't pick so why try again?

I packed up my bags quickly deciding to call again when I get home.
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Five missed calls later and 10 unanswered messages I was beginning to act too desperate I guess.

I was breaking my own very rules if no maximum than two missed calls. In my defence, I had spaced the calls by almost two hours apart.

My doorbell chimed loudly alerting me to a visitor.

I got up and dropped the wine glass first. Then I pulled the lapels of my robe together tying the navy blue silky piece firmly around my waist.

My feet made floppy sounds on the wooden door as I padded towards the door in my sock clad feet.

Just outside my door stood Dean Johnson in all his glory.

Oh God. I really wanted a quiet uneventful night tonight especially since he wasn't picking up my calls.

In what other plain words could I say that this friends with benefits relationship of just sex was over.

Like we were done, like finito- switching to Spanish.

"What are you doing here? You can't just show up at my house unannounced," I asked folding my hands underneath my bosom and his eyes followed my movement.

He had that look in his eyes, the same look that made me enter the mess of sleeping with a colleague in the first place.

"I missed you, did you not miss me?" he asked tugging his lips in between his teeth.

I have a serious weakness for men that do that.

My thoughts were leading me astray now, I admit its being a while since I had sex with anyone. Especially with how big sex was a stress reliever and something that fueled my alter ego.

He was standing so close now, almost too close to comfort that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

Don't do it, stay strong sis!

"I know you don't like to be kissed on your lips, but at least I can do this," He planted tiny kisses down my jawline and moved further to the plains of my collarbone and was moving even further still.

Push him away!

For a split second, before I let my hands wander his body and my lips wander on his skin I thought about a certain blue_grey eyed soldier, whose hands on my palm alone was enough to set me on fire.  I pushed him down into my mind after all I'm not cheating on anybody and a girl has needs.

I sank further into his caresses and tiny bites which will definitely leave marks on my skin but who cares.

We were getting more frantic now our blood was pumping harder and as clothes were strewn off the to the floor, my mind was surprisingly not here, his touch wasn't as warm as someone I know.

What did it matter this is the only life I know, relationships and commitment aren't for me.

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Grhhhhhhhh. Grhhhh!

My phone vibrated loudly with an accompanying beeping sound.  I could hear it from a far away place, like my phone was trapped in planet Mars or something.

Please end.

Why did Mars sound so near to earth?

I dragged the duvet closer to my chin. Whosoever was on the other side didn't get the memo and kept calling.

I wondered who it was and finally stretched out my hand to pick it, when I noticed someone's hand on my waist.

Why the hell was he still here?

I never let anyone sleep over except Pamela, what if I got the nightmares?

I was getting too sloppy. This was the second time I let someone sleep over.

I was so tired after last nights sex. I slept off almost immediately.

Dean should know better than to get in bed with me like we were a couple. I shrugged out of his hold and got up, he released a loud deep grunt as I did.

I opened my eyes a little into tiny slits, so that the sleep wouldn't slip away. I always did this whenever I woke up to urinate or drink water.

I picked up my robe through my half closed eye, and moved to the kitchen with my phone. I was thirsty anyway.

It was a strange number as no name was displayed, this had better be an emergency.

At this point, I was becoming wide awake.

"Hi," I said on the fifth ring.

"I'm sorry for calling so late." The voice said immediately.

All traces of sleep left my eyes immediately I heard that voice.
Well who calls at past two in the morning if not the guy with the mixed eyes.

I was royally pissed.

After calling him so many times he finally decides to return my call at his convenience like I'm on his standby.

I hissed loudly, "it is past two in the morning. Why are you calling me?"

"Wow. You are that mad at me" he replied chuckling.

Wait is this guy mad? He even had the guts to laugh like we were playing games.

I have been calling like a stalker and then he calls me and chuckles like I'm saying a joke.

Do I look like I'm acting comedy?

Or suddenly I was Kevin Hart's doppelganger?

"Are you mad? Do I look like someone you make time for whenever you feel like? Its part two am.  I was sleeping. I have responsibilities, I need to sleep. After five days you finally decide you have time to return my calls. My friend get the fuck out of my phone." I shouted.

Wow chill a little.

Before he could reply dean's thick masculine voice called out "Lizzy come back to bed"

My blood went cold when I heard that. He called me Lizzy.

Irritation so thick and tangible wracked my nerves. I could almost taste its sour tang on my tongue. My head was pounding and the likelihood of me sleeping back was slim to none.

Sex for me was like a sleep medication for my insomnia but once I'm awake I can barely sleep back.

"Wow, you could have just told me you have a man over, instead of being so irritable and rude" he said tautly.

The nerve of this man, he even called me rude.

"If I am irritable its because you are calling me at past two. I don't have to tell you shit about my personal life. Stop acting so entitled to my time, goodnight" I screamed again.

I was about to end the call when he said "kissing strange men and ending up in bed with them isn't a way to live your life, I mean its what you tried to do with me isn't it?"

At this point I think a fuse in my brain blew or I just went ballistics. "You don't know anything about me, yet you think you have the rights to judge me based on what? Well news flash, loose my number and stay out of my life. We won't want you hanging with someone so loose that spends her nights in strangers beds right?" I ended the call immediately.

Breathe Liz!

Just breathe!

I gripped the kitchen counter hard when I remembered something my therapist said to me years ago "sex doesn't rid you of the pain its just few minutes you try to convince yourself of being in control with another man"

Does it matter though that he is my first kiss?

The first person I ever made that move towards? Well good riddance to bad rubbish.

Now to go and deal with the man in my bed.

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PS: hysterical Pregnancy is real. Even males, can have it when their wife is pregnant sometimes.

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