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Amy suffers from severe morning sickness.

Notes:

Emetophobia warning: Vomiting.

This is really angsty, and also kind of painful to write; but I also love sick fics lol.

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Jonah rushes through the front door, the jarring sound of Parker's anguished sobs piercing the air. His heart pounds as he drops his bag, the thud echoing through the quiet house. Quickly, he makes his way over to the living room, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger.

"Hey buddy, what's going on?" Jonah asks, his voice laced with concern as he crouches down beside the two-year-old. Parker's face is flushed, tears streaming down his cheeks, and his bottom lip quivers.

"I dunno where’s Mommy," Parker hiccups between sobs. "She no answer me!"

Alarm bells blare in Jonah's mind, his stomach twisting into knots. "It’s okay, Buddy, I’ll find her." He picks him up, hugging him and settling him down in front of the TV. "Y ou wanna watch paw patrol?” 

Once Parker is settled, Jonah rushes into his and Amy’s bedroom, his heart pounding. The bathroom door is ajar, and Jonah feels a wave of dread wash over him. "Ames?" he calls out, his voice wavering.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaits him. Amy is sprawled on the floor, her skin a sickly pale, evidence of vomit in the toilet. Jonah's breath catches in his throat, panic seizing him as he rushes to her side, two fingers fumbling desperately for her pulse. Relief floods him as he feels the steady rhythm beneath his fingertips.

"Amy? Amy, wake up," Jonah urges, vigorously shaking her shoulder. His heart is pounding in his ears, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Amy groans, her eyes fluttering open. He lets out a sigh of relief. 

"Hey," Jonah says. Amy's eyes wander around the room, clearly confused. "I found you passed out on the floor," he explains.

"Oh," she rasps, her voice faint and strained. "I was throwing up."

Jonah nods, his brow furrowed with concern. "Do you know for how long?" he asks softly.

Amy shakes her head, wincing as she tries to sit up. Jonah quickly moves to support her, pulling her into his arms. She slumps against him, her body trembling.

"You're shaking," Jonah observes, his hand rubbing circles on her arm in a futile attempt to comfort her. His mind races, his anxiety spiking with each passing moment.

"Cold," Amy whispers, her eyes half-lidded. Jonah's frown deepens, his heart sinking as Amy suddenly turns her head and retches, her entire body violently convulsing. He holds her steady, his hand gently rubbing her back as she struggles to expel the last remnants into the toilet.

"Hey, hey," Jonah says, his voice soft.

Once the dry heaves subside, Amy leans against him, eyes closed. Jonah reaches for a towel to wipe her sweaty face. 

"You think you can stand?" Jonah asks, his voice soft. Amy shakes her head. Jonah carefully scoops her up, cradling her in his arms, and carries her to their bed, placing her gently on the mattress. He turns her onto her side and places a bin within her reach, just in case.

"I just need to check on Parker, and then I'll be back, okay?" Jonah says, stroking her hair.

Amy's eyes widen, panic flashing across her face. "Parker - I left Parker," she rasps.

"Shh, he's okay," Jonah soothes, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. "He was playing with his toys when I came home. He's fine.” He withholds the truth, not wanting to upset her further. "Just rest - I'll be right back."

Rushing back to the living room, Jonah finds Parker sitting on the sofa where he left him, eyes fixed on the TV screen. "Hey, buddy," Jonah greets him, forcing a smile. "Are you hungry?"

Jonah quickly prepares a simple meal, his hands trembling as he moves. Once Parker is settled in his highchair, munching away at his food, Jonah hurries back to the bedroom, a glass of water in hand.

Amy is fast asleep, her breathing shallow and uneven. Jonah sits on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her pale, drawn features. He gently strokes her cheek, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. Fuck, that had been so scary . For a horrifying moment, he had thought she was...

Jonah shakes his head, pushing the thought away. He needs to keep it together. With a shaky breath, he pulls out his phone and dials the maternity clinic.

"Hi, can I please be transferred to Dr. Patel?" his voice trembles as he speaks. "It's Jonah Simms, Amy Sosa's fiance—It's urgent."

"I'll see if I can get her on the line for you."

A couple of moments pass, and the doctor's voice comes through. "Mr. Simms? Is everything okay?"

"Hey, Dr. Patel, I'm really sorry for calling out of the blue, but I came home from work to find Amy passed out on the floor. She'd been throwing up a lot, and um... I don't know what to do. She woke up and threw up again, and now she's asleep."

"Okay, that's not good," Dr. Patel says. "Do you know how long she was throwing up?"

"I don't know, but hardly anything was coming up anymore, so probably a while," Jonah says. “She's been throwing up pretty much every day for the past week, but not to this extent." 

"I see," the doctor responds, her tone sympathetic. "Wake her up and see if she can keep any water down. If she can't, then I think it would be best to take her to the hospital as she's likely dehydrated."

"Okay, thank you," Jonah says, his mind racing.

"If the vomiting continues, medication can be prescribed to make it less severe," Dr Patel continues. “But the most important thing right now is to get her rested and hydrated."

Jonah thanks the doctor and hangs up the phone. He gently shakes Amy's shoulder. "Ames, wake up,"

"Hmm?"

"I need you to drink some water," Jonah says softly, sitting Amy up and gently bringing the cool glass of water to her parched lips. "Just small sips."

Amy sips the water slowly, feeling the refreshing liquid slide down her raw throat. Jonah carefully props an extra pillow behind her head to support her. His heart aches to see her in such a fragile state.

"We need to see if you can keep that down," Jonah says, his voice laced with concern. "How are you feeling?" 

Amy winces, the simple movement causing a sharp pain to shoot through her head. She finds it hard to keep her eyes open, her whole body aching with exhaustion. "Like shit," she rasps, her voice barely above a whisper. Jonah hates hearing the raw pain in her voice.

"Yeah, you don't look too great," Jonah says, brushing a hand over her damp forehead. He studies her pale, clammy face, his brow creased with concern. "Do you feel like throwing up again?"

Amy goes to shake her head, but the slightest movement causes her stomach to churn. She takes a deep, steadying breath, willing herself to keep the water down. Jonah seems to understand, quickly picking up the bin and holding it in front of her. Amy retches, bile burning her throat as it forces its way out. She spits, her stomach muscles contracting painfully.

Jonah rubs her shoulder soothingly, whispering reassurances in her ear. When the retching finally subsides, he hands her a tissue and gently wipes her face.

"Do you want to lie back down?" Jonah asks gently, his voice laced with tenderness.

Amy nods weakly, too exhausted to speak. Jonah helps her ease back down onto the pillows, tucking the soft duvet around her shivering body. "Get some rest," he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Jonah sighs heavily, his brow creased with concern as he looks down at his fiance's drawn, sickly features. Amy looks absolutely dreadful - her skin is ashen, dark circles rimming her eyes, and her usually vibrant expression is replaced by one of pure misery. He hates seeing her like this and can't help but blame himself for not getting home sooner. 

What if Parker had come looking for her and found her passed out on the floor? The mere thought sends a chill down his spine. He should have been here to take care of her. Guilt weighs heavily in his chest as he picks up his phone and quickly dials Adam's number.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Hey, Adam - I'm sorry to bother you, but do you think you can pick Parker up from our place?" Jonah asks, keeping his voice low. "Amy's really sick, and I need to take her to the hospital." The words feel like lead on his tongue.

"Shit, yeah, I can be there in around 20," Adam says, to Jonah's immense relief. "What's going on?"

"She's just been throwing up a lot, and she's really dehydrated," Jonah explains, his gaze drifting back to Amy's pale, sleeping form. He feels utterly helpless.

"Oh," Adam says. "Do you think it's contagious?"

"Um," Jonah hesitates. It's still too early to tell anyone about the pregnancy. "No, man, I think it's food poisoning. She ate some uh… old rice.” 

"Oh,” Adam says. “Alright, well, I'll be there soon. Just give me 10 minutes - I need to get the bees back in their hive.”

"Um - okay, thanks, man," Jonah says before hanging up the phone. He walks into the kitchen, where Parker is still halfway through eating his sandwich. "Hey, buddy. Your Daddy is going to be picking you up soon."

Parker frowns, his brows knitting together in confusion. "But I want Mommy!"

"I know, buddy, but Mommy isn't feeling well, and I need to take her to the doctor," Jonah explains gently, ruffling Parker's curly hair. "But it's okay—you like going to your Daddy’s house, right? You get to ride your scooter!”

Parker nods begrudgingly, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Jonah sighs heavily, knowing this was probably going to be a long night. He just hopes Amy will be okay. His mind is going to all kinds of dark places, thinking of the worst-case scenarios. He wills himself to stop, focusing on cleaning Parker up and getting his stuff together, ready for when Adam picks him up.

As the front door opens, Jonah hears the sound of tyres crunching the gravel in their driveway. Jonah gives Parker a quick hug. "I'll see you soon, okay, buddy? I love you,"

"Wuv you, JoJo," Parker says, wrapping his arms around Jonah's neck and kissing his cheek.

Adam opens the door, and Jonah hands Parker his backpack, forcing a smile. "Bye, buddy."

"Hey, bud," Adam says, picking Parker up. Jonah hands him his bag. "Thanks, man. Hey, do you know how long I need to keep him for?"

Jonah resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Uh, I'm not sure; I’ll have to let you know."

"Right," Adam says. "Hope Amy feels better soon."

"Thanks," Jonah replies, his tone clipped.

As soon as the front door closes, Jonah feels a wave of emotion wash over him. Fear and worry gnaw at his heart, leaving him feeling depleted and useless. He quickly wipes away the stray tears threatening to fall, steeling himself for the potentially long night ahead. The faint beep of his phone as he calls the hospital beforehand only amplifies the sense of urgency. Thank god Amy has good health insurance, so if they end up staying overnight, at least she'll have the comfort of a private room.

Jonah returns to the bedroom, his steps muffled by the plush carpet. The air is heavy with the scent of sickness, and he has to fight the rising nausea in his own gut as he hurries to pack a small overnight bag. He sits on the edge of the bed and gently shakes Amy awake. "Hey, Ames, wake up," he murmurs, his voice soft and strained.

Amy stirs, blinking slowly. The bright light from the hallway filters in, casting eerie shadows across her pale, clammy features. "Hmm?"

"I need to take you to the hospital," Jonah explains gently, his fingers trembling as he strokes her cheek.

Amy groans. "No..."

"I know, I’m sorry," Jonah says, keeping his tone light but failing to hide his concern as he helps her sit up. The movement sends a wave of dizziness through Amy, and Jonah can see the pain etched in every line of her face. "Come on, let me pick you up."

Jonah scoops her up, her limp body shivering in his arms. The bright overhead lights are blinding as he carries her out to the car, and the sound of gravel crunching beneath his feet feels impossibly loud. He carefully lowers her into the passenger seat, her head lolling against the window as he buckles her in. Once he's seated, Jonah starts the engine, his eyes darting nervously between Amy and the road. The hum of the car is deafening in the tense silence.

Amy nods off, her breathing shallow. Jonah reaches over, his hand resting on her leg protectively.

They pull into the hospital parking lot, the bright floodlights searing Jonah's eyes. He shuts off the engine, the sudden silence ringing in his ears. "We're here," he says softly, gently shaking Amy awake. Thankfully, there are doctors at the entrance with a wheelchair waiting for her. The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic assaults Jonah's senses as they wheel Amy inside, her face a mask of nausea and fear.

After a long wait, Jonah and Amy are ushered into an examination room, the fluorescent lights flickering above. The harsh chemical smell of cleaning products fills the air, making Jonah's nose burn. Amy is placed on a cold, hard bed, her skin paling further under the harsh glare of the overhead light.

The doctor enters, and Jonah tries to focus on her words, but it's impossible to make sense of any of them. Amy is given an IV to get her fluids back up.

Jonah's mind spins, and the next thing he knows, they're in a private room.

"Jonah?"

Jonah blinks, Amy's soft voice pulling him out of his daze. "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes flitting across her features. She still looks exhausted, her skin pallid, and her eyes dull and tired, but there's a bit of colour returning to her cheeks.

"I'm okay," she replies, giving him a weak smile. "I think that nausea medication is working."

Jonah nods, his mind racing. He takes her hand in his, his thumb stroking her soft skin. "Good, I'm glad."

"Is Parker with Adam?" Amy asks.

"Yeah, he picked him up not long before we left," Jonah says. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Amy squeezes his hand.

"I'm sorry you had to find me like that," She whispers. "That must've been really scary."

Jonah shakes his head. "I'm just glad you're okay."

There's a moment of silence, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. "Me too," Amy murmurs, her gaze dropping to the hospital bracelet around her wrist. She feels a flicker of shame for not calling Jonah when she had the chance, letting herself get to that state and leaving her two-year-old to fend for himself. She dreads to think what could have happened. What if Parker had gotten hurt? The mere thought leaves a lump in her throat.

There's a knock at the door, pulling Amy out of her thoughts. A doctor pops her head through the door, smiling warmly. "Amy Sosa?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cheung," she greets, her voice calm and professional. "How are you feeling?"

"Um, better," Amy says.

Dr. Cheung nods. "I'm glad to hear that. Hopefully, the IV will help keep you hydrated, and we'll keep you on the anti-nausea medication for the time being. You haven't tested positive for any virus that would cause vomiting, so I think it's safe to assume it's pregnancy-related. Have you experienced extreme nausea with either of your previous pregnancies?"

Amy shakes her head. "I was quite sick the first time I was pregnant, but never as bad as this."

"I see," Dr. Cheung says. “Well, the good news is that all your other test results came back normal. Your blood pressure is on the lower end, but that's not something to worry about. We'll continue to monitor you for now, and if the medicine is still working, we'll keep you on it to hopefully avoid this kind of thing happening again. Sound good?”

"Yeah," Amy breathes, relief washing over her. "Thank you."

Dr. Cheung smiles. "No problem. Get some rest, and hopefully, we'll have you out of here tomorrow."

The doctor leaves, and Amy sighs. "It's so stupid how they call it 'morning sickness'. It's never just in the morning!"

Jonah chuckles, shaking his head. He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle. "Well, I'm just glad you're feeling better," he murmurs. "You think you can get some sleep?" 

Amy nods. "Yeah, I feel like I could sleep for days," She looks at Jonah, eyes flicking across his features. He looks exhausted, his usually vibrant expression dulled by fatigue and worry. She reaches up to cup his cheek, and he leans into her touch. "You should get some sleep, too." She gestures over to the foldaway bed beside her.

"I will," Jonah says, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "After you."

"Fine," Amy grumbles, her tone teasing.

"Fine," Jonah replies, grinning.

Jonah watches Amy drift off to sleep, her eyelids fluttering as her breathing evens out. He leans forward, his hand coming up to cup her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. The tension drains from his body as he exhales a sigh of relief.

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