Pregnant Soldier Arrives At Hospital – Baby Born With One Astonishing Detail, Doctor Collapses In Shock!

A Changed Man

Christian got on the bus. He walked slowly down the narrow aisle, glancing at the empty seats as if looking for somewhere specific. It was then that he saw Fabian. Fabian said with a smile, “Dude, I’m here. Come on, sit down.”

Fabian made room and Christian sat down next to him. They greeted each other with a handshake and a brief hug, but the atmosphere was strange. Fabian noticed that Christian was acting a little bit different. It was him, all right: the same face, the same voice, but there was something strange, a more closed, more restrained demeanor.

The bus started and little by little the road began to speed past the windows. Fabian tried to make conversation. “So, dude, tell me about this accident. What happened? Did you hit your head?”

Christian looked out of the window for a few seconds before answering, “I don’t know exactly. I just remember leaving the headquarters, then I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I don’t remember what happened. These past few days are a complete blur to me.”

Fabian nodded, but his expression showed that he wasn’t convinced. Something wasn’t right, something that couldn’t be explained by a stumble and a blow to the head. And what he didn’t yet know was that that accident would mark the beginning of one of the squad’s greatest mysteries.

Fabian looked closely at his friend once again, still shaken by everything he had heard. They were sitting side by side on the bus, and as familiar as Christian’s face was, there was something strange about his expression, something that made him seem different. Fabian asked, “So that’s why you haven’t replied to any of my messages or answered my calls? I was worried, you know. I had no idea what had happened to you.”

Christian nodded slowly. “Yeah, sorry. I haven’t checked my phone yet. I just remember waking up in hospital with that infernal headache.”

Fabian sighed deeply and suggested what he thought was the right thing to do. “Look, man, after an accident like that, maybe it’s not the best time for a mission, you know? Maybe you should have stayed behind, resting.”

Christian pressed his lips together before answering, “I did think about taking a medical leave, but this trip, this mission, it’s too important for me. I want to rise in rank, so I couldn’t miss this chance.”

Fabian didn’t insist but remained suspicious. During the drive to the airport, Fabian tried to strike up a conversation again, recalling old jokes, funny stories from their training days in the academy. Christian would say something occasionally, but his words were slow and scattered, and his gaze empty. It was as if Fabian was talking to someone who wasn’t really there. Christian seemed distant and different, as if he were someone else.

The Captain’s Dark Secret

When they arrived at the airport, the soldiers started to get off and walk together to the runway where the military plane was waiting. It was at this moment, amidst the bustle and noise of boarding, that Sergeant Thomas approached Captain Vance once again. The two of them walked discreetly away and took advantage of the moment to talk in private.

The captain looked around to make sure no one was listening and, with wide eyes and rapid breathing, he said, “How the hell is he here, Thomas? Explain it to me, how?” Thomas replied nervously, his voice laden with tension, “I have no idea, sir, but that bastard should be dead.” The captain shuddered. “Right, we saw everything.”

The sergeant agreed, “We did. There’s no way he could have survived that, but now he’s here, walking around as if nothing had happened, and what’s worse, with no injuries. How?”

Captain Vance kept his eyes fixed on Christian, who was walking further ahead next to Fabian. He said almost to himself, “That’s not possible. There’s no way he survived.”

Sergeant Thomas crossed his arms and faced his superior. He asked, “Do you think it’s really possible that he doesn’t remember anything? He does seem confused.” The captain took a deep breath, keeping his worried countenance. “It could be, but we can’t risk it. Even if he doesn’t remember anything now, he’ll probably will later.”

The sergeant pondered. The silence was interrupted by the captain once again, his voice dry and firm. “This mission will be his last. The forest will be his grave. He can’t make it out of there alive, do you understand?”

Meanwhile, further along the runway, Christian was walking side by side with Fabian. The sun was shining hot and the weather was sultry. Suddenly, Christian stumbled and put his hand to his forehead. A sudden nausea settled in. Fabian asked, holding him by the arm, “Are you okay, bro?”

Christian took a deep breath and nodded, trying to smile. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It was just dizziness.” But Fabian wasn’t convinced. His tone was serious, almost paternal, even though he was the same age as his friend.

“Dude, I think you should rethink this. First, you hit your head, then you lost your memory. Now you’re getting dizzy out of nowhere. You should stay behind. You’ll end up falling ill in the middle of the forest.”

Christian didn’t answer; he just stared at the floor, clearly annoyed. Fabian then, preparing to raise his hand to call the captain, said, “I’ll call the captain. We have to tell him that you’re not feeling well and that you need to go back.”

But at that moment, Christian looked up and shook his head. “No, wait. Don’t call the captain. I’m fine, trust me. It’s nothing. Just don’t say anything to the captain about this or the sergeant, okay? Promise me.”

Fabian remained silent. There was something strange in Christian’s look; it was as if he was looking at someone else and not Christian. Without saying another word, they headed for the plane and off they went.

The journey to the military base in the Amazon rainforest was silent. When they finally landed, as soon as they set foot on land, Christian ran to the nearest bush, threw himself on his knees, and vomited. Fabian followed behind, frightened. He said, “See? I told you that you should have stayed in the quarters.”

Christian wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve and tried to argue, “Calm down, it’s probably just flight sickness or a cold. It’s nothing.” But Fabian was not at all calm. Suddenly, Sergeant Thomas and Captain Vance appeared. The captain called Christian with an authoritarian gesture, “Come with us, soldier.”

They took the young man to an isolated room on the base and as soon as the door closed, Thomas got straight to the point. “We couldn’t talk properly on the bus. Tell us again about your little accident.”

Christian remained calm and said the same thing he had said before. “Well, the only thing I remember was leaving the headquarters on Friday and then I woke up in the hospital. I don’t know what happened. I might have hit my head.”

Captain Vance watched Christian’s every gesture, every word. He asked, his eyes fixed on Christian, “Don’t you remember anything from your last day at work?” “No, sir, nothing at all. My memory is a blur right now. Why, did I miss something important?”

The captain and the sergeant exchanged glances again. Vance said with a forced smile, “No, nothing important. We just wanted to check if you were all right. If you need anything, come to us. Dismissed.”

Christian nodded, saluted, and left. As soon as he left, he walked with hurried steps to the closest bathroom. He locked the door, knelt in front of the toilet, and vomited again. His face was pale and sweaty, and his body was shaking.

When he finished, he looked in the mirror and whispered to himself, “They’ll pay what they did to you. They will pay. I’ll make sure of it.”

Inside the other room, the atmosphere was tense. Sergeant Thomas took a deep breath and said, “Maybe he’s telling the truth. He really looks like he doesn’t remember anything. Maybe we don’t need to get rid of him.”

But the captain disagreed. He stared at the door and said, “Yes, we do. Today he might not remember, but tomorrow no one can guarantee that he won’t say anything. Mark my words, Sergeant, that soldier needs to be in a ditch by the end of the week, do you hear me?”

During the first week of survival training in the Amazon rainforest, something about Christian seemed increasingly out of place to Fabian. Christian, the friend he had always known, was acting like a completely different person. The change wasn’t just physical; everything about his personality was different.

During conversations on the trails, Christian made strange mistakes. When Fabian recalled memorable moments from the past, he reacted with confusion, as if he didn’t remember. On one occasion, Fabian laughed and said, “Remember when we almost drowned in the dam because you decided to play with that old tire?”

Christian frowned, uncertain. “Tire? What dam?” Fabian laughed awkwardly, trying to get around it. “See? You’re even forgetting the tricks you used to pull.”

But deep down, that answer disturbed him. The loss of those memories, precisely the ones that united them the most, was too strange. Fabian tried to convince himself that it was all a consequence of the blow to the head, perhaps with time everything would return to normal.

But there was more. Christian avoided the locker room, preferring to shower alone, always earlier or later than everyone else. He no longer changed in front of his colleagues, which used to be completely natural. Every day he became more reserved, as if he wanted to hide something. And to top it off, the physical symptoms didn’t stop either. The nausea was frequent; dizziness came out of nowhere.

Christian said everything was under control, but his body told him otherwise. One day, while they were walking along one of the forest trails under the scorching sun and suffocating humidity, Christian began to fall behind. He stopped suddenly, leaning on a tree. He said, panting, “I need to stop for a minute.”

Fabian immediately turned and walked over to him. He asked worriedly, “Dude, what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting strange since the day you came running after the bus. It’s not just your memory. There’s the nausea, that weakness, and there’s more. Your whole personality changed. You’re not the same Chris I know.”

Christian tried to smile, “I’m just a bit sick, that’s all. I’ll get better soon.”

But Fabian wasn’t convinced, and at that moment something caught his eye. Christian had sat down on a log and as he leaned back, his shirt rode up slightly, revealing part of his belly. Fabian frowned. It was way too strange to ignore.

His belly looked swollen, slightly rounded, and he knew that Christian had always been very careful with his own body, rigid in training, proud with an always defined abdomen. Fabian stared at his belly for a few seconds without saying anything, but Christian noticed the look. He said quickly, pulling his shirt back on, “Ah, this? I haven’t been able to train properly for the last few days, so I must have gained some weight.”

Fabian didn’t answer, but inside, his discomfort was growing. There was something about Christian that didn’t seem like the friend he had always known.