Cruel Fate

Nine couldn't do it.

It wasn't like she didn't try, she did. Doctor Cairn had handed over her schedule to the maids and they saw to it that she was fed exactly as stated, but she couldn't stand it.

The food made her nauseous. Every single time. Smelling it made her stomach retch, and her head dizzy, but because she spent breakfast with the family in the dining room, she managed to withhold it.

But as soon as she was done, she excused herself, hurried to her room, not caring if anyone would tell her off for running through the stairs, got into the bathroom, and let out everything she had in her belly, not excluding the chicken she had managed to steal again.

The only thing she had no problem with, were fruits, and chicken soup, but in the schedule, it was listed as only thrice a week, and the maids didn't want to disobey the Doctor either.

Nine knew if she was a little bit more forceful, they wouldn't say no to her, but she knew she wasn't the type. It was the baby making her that way.