It was early in the evening and my team, and I were still busy at work. With the many things that we had left to do for the day, it seemed like today would be another late night at the gallery again. Thankfully, my team was full of passionate members who were truly dedicated to their jobs. It was going to be rough, but I had the confidence that we would make it through.
"What about we hang this one here? Malissa, can you come over to have a look?" one of my staffs called out to me.
"Sure. Be right there!" I called back before I quickly got up from my seat.
The moment that I stood up, I suddenly felt extremely dizzy. My head throbbed and it felt like I wouldn’t be able to keep my balance. I closed my eyes and took in deep breaths before slowly lowering myself back down onto the chair that I had been sitting on.
"Malissa, are you ok?" I heard someone ask from close to me.
"I’m..." I began saying but then my head just hurt too much.
My body felt strangely hot as well and my chest started to feel tight. Suddenly, it became harder for me to breath. Why do I feel so sick?
...
After my episode at the gallery, my team ended up very panicked and had gotten in touch with Hayden. I felt horrible for a short while, but the headache did pass along with the other symptoms, and I was fine again.
"So sorry about this. I guess I’m just tired..." I apologized weakly when I managed to find my voice again.
"Drink some water first..." a team member offered.
"Thank you..." I thanked her gratefully before I started sipping on the water.
"You’ve been working too hard and staying long hours. You’re always the last one to go home even after closing..." another member pointed out.
"The exhibition is almost here so..." I replied softly.
His arm looped around my waist as he supported me. I turned to smile apologetically at my team members. They quickly told me not worry and that they would have everything ready in time for the event. At that point, I didn’t dare give them any instructions related to work in fear that Hayden would yell at me if I kept on thinking about work.
"You’re very lucky that I just got back..." he muttered a little moodily when we got into the car.
"Oh, right. You were supposed to be back today..." I murmured.
"On top of overworking yourself, you also forgot that your husband is supposed to come back today..." Hayden complained with a shake of his head.
It was true that it did slip my mind with everything that was going on at the gallery. The work demanded so much of my attention and so did supervising my team of staff.
"I’m sorry, Hayden..." I apologized without an excuse for myself.
"It doesn’t matter..." he muttered.
By the time that we arrived back at the mansion, I already felt quite normal. It was like the fit had passed. It was a very strange feeling to feel so sick all of sudden and then to feel well again. Hayden led me to the living room and urged me to rest on the sofa. It felt good to rest for a while and it made me realize just how tired I had been. Accumulating stress and exhaustion can be so scary.
Hayden sat down close to me on the sofa.
"When was the last time that you had your period? Not very recently if I’m not wrong..." Hayden asked although he seemed to already know the answer.
Well, now that I think about it...did I have my period last month?
My brows furrowed together deep in thought...
"You don’t even know, do you?" Hayden said with a disapproving shake of his head.
"That doesn’t mean that I’m pregnant, though..." I countered.
--To be continued...