Twenty-Five

Zyrielle's POV.

I sighed in relief when I heard that I wasn't undergoing any serious case. "we will seek a second opinion. She doesn't look happy." I heard Rain telling the doctor. "I need her to be up and running before I can be at rest." He told her.

The doctor nodded squarely, "Well, don't worry about it. I can refer you if you want. But I still maintain that she stays on bed rest so that she doesn't grow worse. She's in a delicate state that required utmost care."

Rain nodded solemnly. I knew that he was going to go overboard with his care. I wasn't handicapped, only pregnant at least for now till we have been to ascertain my real condition.

"Let's go home." I heard Rain say and I turned towards him. He was smiling down at me.

I placed my foot softly from the bed and climbed down. My head reeled with pain but I held in the pain, not wanting him to fuss about me. "Rain, can you help me?" I called when I still felt woozy. This was obviously due to my lack of appetite.

"Thank yo