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*April 1998*
She felt horrible... And the feeling was both emotional as well as physical...
Amy had been in
While she was enjoying the experience of being with the luchadors, absorbing their wrestling skills and culture alike, she felt depressed. She missed Adam terribly, especially after the sole night they'd shared before she'd come here.
On top of that, she'd just begun to feel sick to her stomach. The last couple of days, she'd awoken feeling incredibly nauseous. And then, this morning, she'd thrown up her breakfast. Now, she was also a bit light-headed and dizzy, not to mention quite sleepy.
It was odd... She knew better than to drink the water here and had been consuming only bottled. She'd brought plenty of Poland Spring here with her. Maybe she'd gotten food poisoning?
'No,' she thought. That couldn't be it, either, as she knew she would be sick constantly if bad food was the culprit. Besides, her being so tired, even after a full eight hours of sleep, was just weird.
Oh, my God... A cold fear suddenly gripped her as she considered a new possibility. She felt faint as the idea struck her.
That night, a couple of weeks back... Before she had left for
But *had* it been?
Amy let out a deep breath, her heart hammering like a kettle drum inside her chest. She honestly didn't know the answer to that question. And that completely terrified her. But the one thing she *did* know was that, without question, she had to go see a doctor, and as soon as possible.
She had no clue as to what she was going to do if it turned out she was pregnant.
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He let out a resigned sigh, then reached up to rake a hand through his long blond hair.
Adam was in
He only wished he were able to truly concentrate on his training. However, instead, his mind was on *her*.
He'd been unable to stop thinking about her ever since that night. God damn it, why hadn't she at least stayed long enough so that they could have woken up together? He'd been consumed by these bittersweet thoughts for the last three weeks, but it wasn't getting any easier.
Not for the first time, he imagined what it would have been like to awaken with Amy in his arms - she being the first beautiful sight he'd see that morning.
Shit... How badly he wanted that morning back. Hell, he wished he could get that night back as well. Maybe if he'd told her how he truly felt... He could only wonder what she would have said, how she would have responded to those three little words...
"Hey, kid..." Adam looked up at the sound of Dory Funk's voice. "... you all right?"
The young man nodded, his mouth dry. Again, he ran his hands through his hair, feeling somewhat mortified. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself when he was like this.
"Yes, sir... I'm fine. Sorry."