Impulse- the Awakening Page 2

  Sarah briefly explained how she felt and the doctor asked her a series of questions about her mood, her diet, her sex life and her routine in order to make a diagnosis, however, everything seemed to be fine.

  He asked her to have a couple of tests done, particularly a blood count and urine test to check for kidney failure, urinary tract infection, or any indication that a bio-marker may show, and asked to return as soon as she had them.

  Scott immediately took her to take the blood sample and early Sunday they took the urine sample to the clinical analysis laboratory, who send the results directly to Dr. Davis.

  At eleven o'clock on Monday morning, Scott and Sarah were on their way to the hospital to see Dr. Davis, hardly speaking on the way.

  They were both sitting waiting as they called to come in with Dr. Davis. Suddenly, a man in civilian clothes and wearing a doctor's gown without the hospital logo, which looked like a different gown, approach them. He had a chart of files in his hands and was coming straight to them.

  —Hi, I'm Dr. Brown, please come on in. —Dr. Brown had a bad look, he was not the stereotype of a doctor who treats you in a hospital with a kind face, on the contrary, he looked like a doctor from a horror movie.

  —What about Dr. Davis? —Scott showed his discomfort immediately.

  —He is not in town and I attend his patients in the meantime.

  —We just talked to him yesterday, he said he would see us. He asked us to bring the blood tests. The lab already sent them to him. —Scott looked annoyed, he didn't seem to like the doctor's gloomy appearance or his serious tone of voice.

  —This morning he called me to let me know you were coming. Well, what brings you here?

  —My wife has not felt well. —Scott answered bluntly expressing his disagreement to be seen by that doctor.

  —All right. What are your symptoms? Mrs.? … —Dr. Brown asked, looking at Sarah directly.

  —Grant, but you can call me Sarah. I have been nauseated and short of breath, I am tired all day and every five minutes I change my mood. I think it may be something hormonal. I have not slept much, lately, I have worked many hours in a row with the computer.

  —Alright, Sarah. Let me see the results of your analysis please. Mmm, good. —The doctor whispered as he scrutinized the results of the studies, he seemed to have difficulties reading them. —Please lie down in the bed and uncover your abdomen, I will perform a routine ultrasound, to see that everything is fine.

  —I am not pregnant, it must be something else, we have not had sex in months. —Sarah looked worried, she knew that the symptoms pointed to a pregnancy, but she had not been with Scott or anyone else in months. Scott thought Sarah had given the doctor too much information.

  —It’s just routine, the tests show unusual levels in a bio-maker, I just want to corroborate. That's it.

  —It’s okay. —Sarah thought since she was already there, wouldn’t hurt to be explored by the expert; although most of the symptoms were gone, the dizziness didn't go away. Whatever it was, it was better to review it and get rid of doubts.

  Sarah uncovered her abdomen while the doctor did the ultrasound, and turned to see Scott, who was very serious thinking about thousands of things, after all, he was a risk analyst, surely he was thinking of thousands of scenarios.

  —Congratulations to both of you! Mrs. Grant, you are pregnant. —Doctor Brown was still talking with his gaze directed towards the monitor. —Here you can see the gestational sac, this means that you have approximately four weeks, in a couple of weeks you will be able to see a most defined embryo. I'm going to remove the gel so you can get off the table.

  Dr. Brown's voice could be heard in the distance, now all that existed in Sarah and Scott's ears was a buzz and a crack. Even for Sarah, whose most fervent desire was to be a mom, those were news that she really didn't expect, but still, she didn't know how it had happened.

  —Everything else seems to be fine, the only thing would be not drinking alcohol and quitting smoking. —said Doctor Brown.

  —I don't smoke nor drink doctor. —Sarah replied in an almost imperceptible voice, clearly showing that it was unexpected news. She just stared in amazement at Scott, who held her hand with a forced smile.

  —Excellent. Then that would be all.

  —Thank you Doctor. —Scott just wanted to get out of the hospital and get in the car so they could face the obvious, that was not a talk that could be postponed. Pregnancies become obvious over time.

  —Come next week, Dr. Davis will follow up. He'll be back by then.

  They walked down the hall for the longest twenty meters of their lives, both confused and waiting for an answer. They continued in silence on the sidewalk toward the car.

  —Could you explain to me what just happened? — Scott couldn't look Sarah directly in the eye, he just looked at the ground and then at the sky. He knew he didn't want to hear an answer, but it was natural the need of asking.

  —I can't explain it. And I know what you must be thinking, I know what it looks like, but you know I haven't been with anyone else. You know I would never cheat on you.

  —And how can you be one month pregnant? if we haven't had relationships in months. —Scott was outraged, feeling betrayed.

  —I just told you I don't know. Take me home please.

  They both got into the quietest car in the world on the way home, the only sound that could be heard was the rubber of the tires on the asphalt, even when they got home, they did not utter a sound, it seemed that they had had the fight of the year, but it was simpler than it seemed. There was nothing to say that would not hurt the other, and they decided to wait a little longer.

  Frustrated at not being able to understand what was happening, Scott stayed to watch television in the living room. He opened a beer and decided not to think about this day. He just turned on the TV in his favorite series to forget about the world, at the end he had eight months to think of what he should do.

  He was like that for about an hour, while Sarah was alone in the room.

  Sarah was afraid that she couldn't control the situation. She didn't know whether to call her mother or her friend Megan. Either way, what would she say. “Hello, I call you because I am afraid, it seems that I am one month pregnant and I have not had sex in months. What’s going on with you?”

  This was a situation where people say. Be careful what you ask the universe, maybe it will give it to you. And indeed, what Sarah loved most was given to her, only not in the circumstances that she wanted. She was so focused on asking for a child and wanting to be a mom that she gave up thinking about a family, thereby excluding Scott.

  Sarah came to think that maybe she had caused it and it was her fault, because she couldn't ask the universe what she really wanted.

  The mind always talks, it doesn't rest, and if you focus on an idea, it can quickly lead you to very dark or very beautiful places. It all depends on who is directing, if you direct the mind, or if the mind directs you. Sarah took a breath and took the reins of her mind again. She decided that she should put on a good face and perhaps focus more on raising her family and reuniting with Scott, but as always, it's something she would do tomorrow. She had no intention of doing anything other than taking a bath and going to bed.

  Once lying down and with less stress, she decided to look for articles on care during pregnancy. She picked up her cell phone, started reading a few pages, and soon fell asleep.

  Meanwhile, in the living room Scott saw out of the corner of his eye his laptop and imagined that perhaps he would not be the only one living a strange situation like this and since he did not want to think about it, he would search on the Internet for similar cases and see what they had ended up with. This would save him the fatigue and stress of judging his own relationship.

  He had so many questions. How could he stay in a relationship after she cheated on him? How can some
one get divorced for infidelity when you love the other person so much? Why would she cheat on you if you love her so much and she is the only person who has been by your side in the good and the bad?

  Scott refused to accept the idea of Sarah being unfaithful to him, but he also refused to believe in the spontaneous creation of a gestational sac in her uterus by magic or divine intervention.

  He opened his computer and began doing random-topic searches on infidelity and divorce, thus fueling his deepest fear of being left alone.

  So he browsed the pages of gossip, reports and serious articles for over an hour. He changed his search criteria to: pregnancy without intercourse, unrelated pregnancy and miraculous pregnancy.

  Article after article, he read many stories that had similarities to his current situation.

  One of them caught his attention, in summary, it said:

  “Miraculous pregnancies.

  My wife got pregnant from an alien!

  One night after losing three hours without knowing what had happened, my wife woke up in bed with two-needle marks on her stomach, when I entered the room and saw her, she was disoriented.

  When I took her to the hospital everything seemed normal, they discharged her. Eight weeks later we returned to the hospital and she turned out to be pregnant, she had the same weeks as the day I found her in bed with those punctures…”

  Scott made an incredulous gesture, closed his computer. Without finishing his beer, he left it on the stove and decided to go back to bed. He had already read a lot today and it was time to sleep, since the next day he had to go to work. The bills were not paid by themselves.

  He went up to the room with Sarah and as he lay on the bed, he still did not imagine how Sarah could have cheated on him with another. Any story he could read online made more sense to him than imagining Sarah with someone else.

  Just out of curiosity, since he wasn't really expecting to find anything, before going to bed, he lifted Sarah's nightgown and in the dim light of the night lamp on the bureau, he was able to see two puncture marks on her belly button. Amazed, he adjusted Sarah's nightgown again and went to bed, next to her.

  The next morning Sarah woke up feeling much better and went downstairs to find Scott. They had a lot to solve, and Sarah knew that Scott could be imagining hundreds of things, he might even be thinking that she had intentionally pressured him weeks ago, to cover up some infidelity. But she was completely faithful to him, however, as much as she loved him, she knew inside what everything looked like from Scott's perception and preferred not to force him to be with a family that he does not want to have.

  —Scott, we need to talk. We have not been alright for some time now. —Sarah said with a broken voice and trembling lips, but speaking directly as she always does —I'm afraid the best thing is to separate.

  There was a long and uncomfortable silence.

  —Sarah if you think walking away will save our marriage, you're wrong. I trust you more than anyone else in the world. Since the accident five months ago, you were the only one by my side. I know you haven't been with anyone else. —Scott said calmly with a tone of unquestionable frankness. He confidently said it believing that Sarah had not cheated on him.

  —I don't know what's going on Scott, I'm very confused. I have come to think that I have been drugged and raped, but I have only been with you. I have thought so many things…

  —I want you to see something. —Scott pulled up his laptop and showed her a dozen articles on atypical miraculous pregnancies without sexual contact. —Read some of them, I've found hundreds like these.

  —You don’t think I was abducted and inseminated with probes and those things that you see in those ufology programs? —Sarah asked sarcastically since she hated the programs about aliens and the origins of humanity that Scott watched.

  —Did you already look at your belly button? You have two scars right next to it. —Scott pointed to his abdomen as he said it.

  —Enough! I'm talking about something serious, I'd like you to be serious when I talk to you for once.

  —I am also serious. Raise your shirt so you can see for yourself.

  Sarah raised her shirt reluctantly, but she was willing to do it so she could continue the conversation.

  —What is this? —Sarah was completely shocked and scared. They looked like the scars from a navel piercing, but she had never had one. It is not an area of the body that she looks every day like her face or hands, so knowing when they were made was almost impossible.

  —You have more, I've seen scars like that on the inside of your left arm and on the back of your neck. I already checked myself in front of the mirror and I don't have any of those visibly. —Scott paused, inhaled and exhaled heavily —I have to tell you about something that happened a month ago.

  —What happened? —Sarah looked interested, but afraid to ask. Her mind led her to a dark place where Scott had done something to make her pregnant, but she knew he wouldn't do that.

  —You got mad at me because I said I didn't want children, I told you it wasn't the best time and you went up to sleep. I sat outside thinking, because I wanted to tell you something that night. That night I was not late for going to do an audit. I went to a psychologist.

  —Did you go back to see him? —Sarah knew who Dr. Leonard was, she had accompanied him to a couple of sessions at the beginning of his therapy. Scott stopped going because he felt he was not making progress. —Why didn’t you tell me?

  —After the accident something woke up in me, I can't explain it, but I began to have vague memories of dreams that came to me from my childhood. Doctor Leonard made me feel that everything was in my mind, and that I had to remove those false thoughts and memories, but I did not want to let them go. So I stopped going to see him and immediately all the dreams disappeared.

  —I already know all that.

  —One night before going to the psychologist, I had a dream, but this time it was different, it was very real, it was so real. I was able to feel textures, smell scents, hear voices and then I started having anxiety attacks again.

  —What did you dream of? — Sarah asked, not knowing what it had to do with her situation and the pregnancy.

  —Since I was a kid, I dreamed of planets, trips around the universe, and fantastic things, but they were becoming increasingly strange and everything pointed to a war full of suffering and pain. I always saw a person in my dreams, I never paid much attention to him, it was a dream, but that person looked —Scott pointed to his face — exactly as I look now. And apparently he was working on a space fleet with other races of aliens, he had a rank, he seemed like a military.

  —You? Really? Traveling around planets in the universe, in the middle of a space war? —She laughed out loud —you don't even like to get on the plane when we visit my parents.

  —Anyway, that's not the point. What I wanted to say is that I went to the psychologist and lied to you, that night I wanted to go upstairs and tell you, so I left half my beer on the kitchen countertop and as soon as I entered the room I saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. You had your eyes blank, your mouth was open and you had your head back. I called you and you didn't answer, you were trembling. I took you by the arm and moved your hard to wake you up. That night we both lost time from 10:30 pm to 3:00 am. I thought the time was wrong, so I went down to check the microwave oven clock and it was 3:08 am, my beer was warm. Whatever happened created a temporary breach of four and a half hours.

  —Yes, I remember that. —Sarah said, putting her hand to her head — I thought it was very odd, but I was so tired.

  —That was a month ago. You are one month pregnant, you have scars on your stomach, you have not had sex with me, you are pregnant and everything started just when these dreams returned.

  —This talk is too much to process, for now I just need to know what are we going to do? —Sarah was disturbed by what s
he had just heard, she didn't need any more drama in her life right now.

  —I will always be by your side; we will get through this together. You know I love you.

  —That’s all I needed to hear.

  In an instant the topic they were talking about disappeared, it is due to a defense mechanism of the brain, which looks for easy ways out of stressful situations, as well as always looking to get closer to pleasure and away from pain. Both stayed with an I love you, and it was enough for that day.

  The next morning Scott kept thinking about what had happened, everything in his head was spinning, he didn't know what was the strangest thing, his wife's unusual pregnancy or his fantastic dreams.

  While he was having his coffee on the way to work he saw an advertisement on a street about a hypnotist doing regressions to events and past lives, it seemed too much to know his past lives, he was only interested in what had happened in the accident five months ago, since that could have triggered those dreams and anxiety attacks.

  He had so many new things to deal with, that the anxiety would have to go and he didn't like the idea of doing it with medication as Dr. Leonard had recommended.

  He thought about going to that place after work just to ask for information. And that was exactly what he did that day.

  —Hello? Is anyone here?

  —Good afternoon, are you coming to ask for information?

  —Yes, I saw the advertisement outside and would like to do a hypnotism session.

  —Sure. Everyone thinks it is something they want, without thinking if they really need it. Tell me, what exactly are you looking for? —The receptionist seemed knowledgeable, but was only pretending.

  —Well, I want to remember what happened to me during an accident.

  —Allow me a moment, I will see the agenda. —He opened a blank agenda, looked at it and replied- Okay, we have availability right now.

  —I was thinking of making an appointment, maybe talking to the doctor first, before I entered.