CHAPTER 192: The End

A year After.

"What is going on?" He inquired worriedly when he saw Clara bent over a toilet seat, heaving her lungs out. Panic settled inside him and he patted her back softly. What can I get you?" He asked her and she sat on the tiles.

"I feel queasy." She said and before she could finish talking, she puked again inside the toilet. "Please get me a tissue." She croaked and stretched her hand backward. That was what she needed.

Henry sighed softly as he wiped her mouth for her. "You need to see a doctor, this cannot be ordinary flu." He said and she rinsed her mouth.

"I think so too. I don't know what is happening to me but I don't feel well inside of me."

Like a lightbulb, an idea flashed into his head and he stared at her with wide eyes, and she stared at him strangely.

" what?"

"Are you pregnant?"

"What?" She repeated and Henry placed a hand on her shoulders. " Have you been feeling weak? Tenderness in the boobs? Diarrhea and constant headache?" He inquired.

" Yeah?"

"I think..