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Dexter groaned as he threw up once again in the police station bathroom and sighed in annoyance as he stood up from the ground. He went out of the stall and goes to wash his hands. As he does so, his father Harry appeared. “You okay Dex?” he asked him, placing his hand on Dexter's back.“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Probably ate something Deb cooked,” Dexter replied, looking at the mirror while grabbing a paper towel to wipe his mouth clean. “But it’s been three weeks and I can’t seem to stop puking up,” he said as he sighed.
“Well you could go to the hospital. Talk to Rita and see what her thoughts are,” Harry said before disappearing as soon as Vince came in. “Hey Dex, heard you were throwing up like an anorexic trying to lose enough weight for a food porn” he said, getting a confused look from the other man. “Just, ignore me,” he said as he goes to the urinal to take a leak. “Masuka tends to be a bit more vulgar in his quips, but today he’s losing his touch,” Dexter said in his mind as he left the bathroom to go talk to Rita.
As he was walking over to his desk to grab his phone, he sees Doakes looking at him as if he’s going to say something to him, but he got distracted by Batista who needed Doakes’ opinion on a drug case he was working on. Dexter thanked whoever existed to get him enough time to talk to Rita as he grabbed his phone and went outside. After three rings, Rita picked up the phone as she rubs her 5 months pregnant belly. “Hey Dex how are you feeling today?” she asked him, knowing all about his sickness when he puked up this morning.
“Hey Rita, no I’m not actually,” Dexter replied, rubbing his stomach as he looked around to see if anyone could hear the conversation. “Oh no, I thought the peach tree leaves tea I made for you would be good for that,” Rita said, looking as she checked the time and went to the oven to take out the meatloaf. “It did after a few hours, but I started to feel queasy and had to run to the bathroom,” Dexter replied, starting to feel a bit green and ran to the trashcan and threw up. Rita winced a bit as she hears her husband throwing up while placing the meatloaf on the table and cooed at him. “Poor thing, luckily I booked an appointment for tomorrow so that we’ll know what is going on with you,” Rita said as she heard her husband coughing up a bit.
Dexter sighed as he smiled a bit for Rita's caring side. “What would I do without you?” he asked her as he looked at his watch. “Well I’m sure you would’ve been fine on your own,” Rita replied as she grabbed a couple of plates. “Well I would’ve killed more killers in a month rather than the amount I’m killing now,” Dexter thought in his head as he looked at his watch. “Listen I gotta get back to work so I’ll see you later,” he said softly. “Okay, love you,” Rita said as she starts to cut up the meatloaf.
“Love you too,” Dexter said as he hung up before going back to the police station. A few hours passed, Dexter returned home and smiled as the two kids ran over and hugged him. “Hey are you good?” Rita asked him as she got up from the couch. “Yeah, I’m good though I might need some form of rest,” he said as he hugged Rita, kissing her forehead and headed up to the bedroom. Rita sighed before going to make a light dinner for Dexter. Dexter sighed as he took off his shoes and lied down on the bed.
He was confused about why he was getting sick. “Luckily, we’ll find out tomorrow, because Dr. Robert Fermison will have his own demise,” he thought as he remembers a few cases of pregnant women who was murdered as well as their baby. All three women had Robert Fermison as their personal doctor to check over their pregnancy and all three were around 8 months pregnant so he’ll have to make sure that Rita isn’t the next victim.