[Gianna’s POV]
“Congratulations!”
The doctor's voice rings out, causing me confusion as I try to understand what in the world she means.
“Congratulations,” I repeat, frowning. “Congratulations for what?”
The doctor stares at me in confusion, but even then I still don’t know what is happening.
“Is that how you tell a patient that they have the flu?”
I woke up here, in this bed, in this room after collapsing during a shoot.
I felt under the weather before even attending today’s job, but I couldn’t possibly say no to it since it paid the bills.
“Ma’am,” the doctor says slowly, clearly feeling me out. “Have you been feeling queasy and weak recently?”
“I have,” I respond. “But I have also been working a lot lately.”
I am a model who until recently did small gigs, but after a clothing
