Him, His Uncle And I!

mix-up part 1

Rebecca's pov

I blinked, trying to process her words. Full of vitality. What did that mean? Healthy and strong, sure, but why all the tests? I was only here to negotiate a bill for Getty. Was all this hospital protocol?

Dr. Jenna chuckled, as if amused by my confusion. “Don’t worry,” she said, a hint of impatience in her voice. “One more procedure, and then we’ll sit down and have a long talk. You can tell me everything on your mind.”

Before I could ask more, she stood up abruptly. “Come on, just one more.” She motioned for me to follow, heading briskly out of the room.

I sighed, but if this meant she’d be willing to listen to my story and maybe help Getty, I’d go along. We walked down a corridor, and though I was curious about all the machines we passed, I didn’t ask. We reached a door, and as Dr. Jenna pressed a button, it slid open with a quiet hiss. Mist—no, actual mist—seeped out as the door parted, like a scene from a sci-fi movie.

Dr. Jenna turned back to me. “Wait here. Just need to grab something.” She disappeared inside, emerging moments later with a cooler box.

We continued down the hall and entered a lab. It looked similar to her office but had several lab stations and strange equipment scattered around. She pointed to an examination couch. “Lie down there, and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

I lay back, tense, as she came over. “Alright, for this part, we’ll need to sedate you a bit.”

Sedate me? My stomach twisted. What was going on? I was here to negotiate a bill, not take part in a medical trial. Shouldn’t she have told me what this was all about?

“Excuse me—” I started.

“You don’t need to worry,” she assured me, her voice calm. “It’s just for your comfort.”

Comfort? I still didn’t understand, but something in her tone was soothing, almost reassuring. I remembered her mentioning something about Nurse Hilda not explaining everything. Maybe there’d been a mix-up, but I was already on the last step of the procedure, right? If I went along with it, maybe I could finally talk to her about Getty’s treatment.

“Alright,” I murmured. She nodded and injected something into my arm. The world faded out fast.

When I woke, voices pulled me from a heavy sleep. Blinking, I recognized Dr. Jenna’s voice—and Nurse Hilda’s. They were talking, but I couldn’t quite catch it all.

I sat up slowly, the cool floor jolting me awake as my feet touched down. Something felt… off. A strange tingling sensation ran through me. Was this a side effect of the sedation, or had Dr. Jenna done something more? Anxiety tightened in my chest.

I slipped out of the lab and edged closer to the room where they were talking.

“Nurse Hilda, I have to remove it,” Dr. Jenna’s voice trembled slightly.

“But, Doctor—”

“No buts! I made someone a surrogate without her consent!” Dr. Jenna hissed. “I could lose my license—she could sue us! How could I be so careless? Why didn’t we check her records more carefully…?”

Their voices faded, but my mind reeled. A surrogate? They made me a surrogate? At eighteen?

I sank to the ground, my world spinning.