A/N: Thank you to Kat for this aka RainbowChaser90; she's been a big help haha we seem to read each other's minds though as we both had the same ideas for this fanfic :P, I believe it's been a month since MC&Satan slept together so hopefully this works! And Gemma's in this :)
Mary-Claire walked into work feeling very isolated, despite Serena and Colette on her side Harry, who was supposed to be her friend was still in a mood with her. She had to make a dash for the bathroom just about vomiting in the sink, she leant her hands against the sides of the pristine white sink, she looked in the mirror and noticed how drained and pale she looked. Colette walked in having needing to use the toilet herself, "You OK?" she asked her nurse and Mary-Claire nodded, "Heavy night?"
"More like curl up on the sofa and keep whatever I can down night," Mary-Claire answered and finally as her body, decided she didn't need to vomit anymore the first thing she did was splash water against her face; the icy cold cooling against her hot face.
"Ah I see yeah Guy mentioned something about the Norovirus," Colette was trying to get Mary-Claire to say what's wrong, she walked into the cubicle and spoke from the toilet, "Not nice is it? If you're a carrier you should go home."
"Oh not again," Mary-Claire this time ran into the toilet and knelt on the floor, Colette walked out of the cubicle and into the one where Mary-Claire was busy emptying her empty stomach.
"Here," she handed her a tissue, "Now are we going to have a chat, or are you still chucking up?"
"I haven't felt this awful since I started my periods," Mary-Claire knelt up from the toilet, she flushed it and then walked to the sinks to wash her hands.
"When you and Eddie Rocket had a brief encounter, was it whilst you were drunk or sober?" Colette asked.
"We had one two-many why?" Mary-Claire asked and Colette squeezed her shoulder, "No…I…-"
"Familiar experience with a nurse of mine back in my old placement," Colette started, "Do you want me to run to the pharmacy?"
"I can't be….I…I had unprotected sex with Harry and," Mary-Claire paced around the bathroom panicking, "No, this is not happening I can't be! I just."
"Mary-Claire," Colette tried to reassure her nurse.
"He's the age when."
"Mary-Claire."
"I….I can't….oh what am I saying my mum and dad were in their forties when Ciara and myself were born," Mary-Claire kicked the wall and Colette turned her round.
"I'm running to the pharmacy and you," Colette dug into her pocket, and pulled out water, "Drink this and if Hazza or Mr Griffin play up….they mess with my nurses they mess with me," Colette walked out and Mary-Claire hit the wall then walked out.
"Mary-Claire," Ric walked towards her and Colette walked over, "I believe I owe you an apology."
"Too right you do," Colette butted in, "And get that Hazza to swallow his pride, as well whilst you're at it."
"I heard my name?" Harry walked over hands on both ends of his stethoscope, pulling it slightly.
"You owe Mary-Claire one big apology….didn't she pull you up on Edward's drinking?" Colette asked and Harry looked down.
"Look I honestly thought-"
"You thought she was stirring trouble?" Colette cut in and Harry sighed, "Seen it all before so much for a team."
"Look Mary-Claire I'm sorry…if was a little unsupportive," Harry swallowed his pride and Mary-Claire nodded, "I best be off," he walked away glaring at ahead.
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Mary-Claire was in the staff room just about being able to keep down tea, "Right you," Colette placed the Clear Blue Pregnancy Test, on the table.
"How much do I owe you?" Mary-Claire asked looking up from the mug.
"You owe me the result," Colette answered and Mary-Claire took the test off the table.
"Thank you," she gave Colette a hug.
"Go," Colette pushed her forward and awaited the return, Mary-Claire made her way to the bathroom and peed on the stick, "Five minutes?" Mary-Claire huffed she lifted the lid down, then sat on the toilet and squirted the hand gel onto her hands, the awaited result felt like forever, "Come on," she checked the stick nothing. Time went slower then finally it was done she checked the stick: Pregnant "Oh fuck." Mary-Claire covered her face with her hands, feeling her eyes watering up, this was the last thing she needed; her job was hectic enough without a baby playing havoc with her emotions, and gradually making its way into the world. After a small cry she stood up and hid the test in her pocket.
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Mary-Claire slowly walked into the staffroom where Colette was waiting, "Out with it then."
No words came out instead a fresh lot of tears brewed, Colette guessed the answer and gave her a hug, "This is not happening," she coughed out and Colette squeezed her tight.
A/N: Guys shall I carry this on? I need your opinions xxxxx