The doctor released him after the usual MRI and CT scan dance.
“No abnormalities on the films,” he’d announced. Again.
Sure, Dana thought. Because it’s perfectly normal for an otherwise healthy 30-year-old man to black out eight times in three months. No headaches, no dizziness, no recollection of falling.
Peter’s "spells" were taking a toll. They’d been talking children. Until they got some answers, though, starting a family seemed too risky. Not that getting pregnant was actually a possibility. Sex was becoming a distant memory. He was always too tired.
But in bed the following night, Peter pressed against her. As much as Dana wanted to rebuff him in retaliation for spurning her advances, she yearned for him. His hands explored her body, her skin tingling at his touch.
“Condom,” she reminded.
“Let’s not.” His hot breath fell between her breasts. Dana’s fingers travelled up Peter’s back toward his hair. They stopped over a substantial bump on his neck.
Dana steered his fingers to the spot. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Peter rubbed the area. “Nope.”
He coaxed her back onto the pillow with kisses.
Through the crack in the drapes, sunlight fell on Dana’s face. She’d had a decent night’s rest and fantastic sex. She smiled at the hint of normalcy. As Dana swung her feet to the floor, her thighs hit her stomach. She looked down to see her abdomen protruding drastically. Large lumps pulsated across her belly just beneath the veiny, nearly transparent skin. Mute with terror, Dana turned to Peter. A huge, busted cocoon lay shriveling in his place.
This week's Trifecta Writing Challenge: The entry must be 33-333 words and include the word "phantom" as defined below:
a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal <she was a phantom of delight — William Wordsworth>
Word count: 333