Pregnant Soldier Arrives At Hospital – Baby Born With One Astonishing Detail, Doctor Collapses In Shock!
The Explosive Mission
Meanwhile, in another part of the base, Sergeant Thomas and Captain Vance were observing Christian from a distance. The sergeant asked, “Even after this whole week, do you still think he’s faking it?”
Captain Vance crossed his arms and replied coolly, “He may have lost his memory, but that doesn’t mean we’re in the clear. He could remember at any moment, and if he remembers what he saw that Friday, and especially if he remembers what we did to him, we’re done for.”
The sergeant asked, “So what are we going to do?”
The captain looked at the immensity of the forest, thoughtful, and said, “He’s sick, have you noticed? Very weak. I doubt he’ll make it across the river, not if something goes wrong. What are you thinking about?”
Thomas asked, “Let’s send him on a mission. Tell him he needs to get supplies from the other side of the river. We’ll prepare a boat and make sure he doesn’t come back.”
Sergeant Thomas arched his eyebrows. “How? We’ll put a mini explosive charge under the boat, nothing big, just enough to damage the hull halfway. He won’t be able to swim to shore, not sick like that. If it sinks in the middle of the Amazon, well, no one will find him.”
The next day, the plan was put into practice. Christian was called to the captain’s office. Vance pointed to a boat positioned on the riverbank. “Soldier, I need you to cross the river and bring a shipment of supplies that’s on the other side here to the base.”
Fabian, who was watching from afar, hurried over. “I can go with him, sir, or even better, I can do it myself. Christian isn’t well. He could fall ill in the river.” But before the captain could answer, Sergeant Thomas butted in. “The order was given to Christian. He said that he’s fine.”
Christian looked at Fabian and tried to reassure him. “It’s okay, man. I can handle it.”
With firm steps, he made his way to the boat. But before getting in, he pretended to check the ores and the hull, as if he were just checking the equipment. His eyes, however, analyzed everything with caution. And that’s when he saw it: under the seat there was a small device attached.
He was sure it wasn’t part of the original structure. Without hesitation, with skill and discretion, Christian removed the device and discreetly threw it into the river. Seconds later, he then boarded the boat and continued his journey, rowing calmly to the other side, where he carried out his mission without difficulty and returned safely.
Captain Vance watched from afar, restless. As soon as he saw Christian come back in one piece, he turned to Sergeant Thomas, furious. “What the hell happened? Why didn’t the boat sink?”
The sergeant shook his head, not knowing what to say. “I, I don’t know. Maybe, maybe he’s protected by something. There’s no other explanation. It’s the second time we’ve tried to get rid of him and he gets away.”
Time passed. The weeks dragged by in the heart of the forest. Vance and Thomas continued to try to put an end to Christian, who knew their dark secret, but to no avail. In those woods, the heat was unbearable, the insects constant, the routine hard.
But nothing drew more attention among the soldiers than one specific thing: Christian’s stomach. It started to grow little by little, day by day. At first, they said it was swelling, maybe it was some kind of infection. But it soon became clear that there was something more. The volume, the shape, they were becoming too obvious to ignore, and nobody, absolutely nobody, had an explanation for what was about to happen.
Three months had passed since the group had been sent into the forest for survival training. The captain and the sergeant, who had initially planned to get rid of Christian at any cost, seemed to have given up on the idea. They no longer plotted against his life and seemed convinced that the boy would never remember what had happened that Friday.
But while the two of them settled into this false certainty, something much more disturbing was growing before everyone’s eyes: Christian’s belly. Fabian watched his friend with a mixture of astonishment and confusion. It didn’t make sense. That man had always been obsessed with good nutrition, exercise, and a strict routine. How could he suddenly have a belly that size, and getting bigger and bigger by the day.
Christian, for his part, always came up with a different excuse. Sometimes he said it was bad digestion, and then that he was retaining fluids, but the truth was that he himself was terrified.
When he was alone, he spoke quietly, running his hand over his stomach with a tense look on his face. He whispered, as if he was beginning to understand the bad situation he found himself in, “It can’t be. It can’t be what I’m thinking. If it is, it could ruin everything.”
There was only one day left until the end of the mission, and then they would return to the headquarters. Fabian found Christian sitting alone in a corner, looking lost and with his hand resting on his stomach. He said, trying to sound natural but not hiding his concern for his friend, “It’s bigger, isn’t it?”
Christian quickly straightened up and let out a weak smile. “Oh, I just ate too much. I’ve been feeling heavy these days.” Fabian interrupted him, “Christian, that’s enough. This isn’t normal. You need to go see a doctor, like, right now.”
Christian insisted, “I’m fine, bro. As soon as we get back to base everything will go back to normal. I’ll get back to my routine and train properly. I’ll get better, relax. Trust me.” Fabian crossed his arms, not convinced. “You know this won’t get better, right?”
But Christian stuck to his lie; he didn’t want to give in. And so the next day, the group left the forest and returned to the main base. The arrival caused an immediate stir. Soldiers who hadn’t taken part in the mission were amazed by Christian’s appearance. It was impossible not to notice that big, heavy, rigid belly.
They kept asking what was going on, if he was okay, and he always smiled and said it was just a swelling, poor diet, and lack of training, the same excuses. But when he was alone, he would worry more and more. In front of the mirror, he stared at his reflection with narrowed eyes, as if trying to discover some hidden truth in his own image.
He muttered, his hand on his huge belly, “Time is running out. I have to act soon. I need to prove who the captain and the sergeant really are and what those bastards did.”
More weeks passed; eight months, to be precise. Christian’s belly no longer looked human. Its size surpassed any logical explanation. It was huge, disproportionate, and firmer than any bloated belly anyone had ever seen. Even Thomas and Vance began to worry, although they pretended to be indifferent.
They commented to each other, “Could it be a disease or some kind of roundworm? If it is, he won’t last long. I hear he doesn’t want to go to the doctor.” Vance replied nonchalantly, “Maybe it is. With luck, the thing inside him will kill him without us having to do anything. Even after all these months, I’m still not completely convinced that he won’t remember anything from that night.”
Fabian, on the other hand, watched his friend every day and insisted more and more that he seek medical help. “Christian, it’s enough. You can’t keep pretending that everything is fine. It’s unsustainable. Look at the size of your stomach.”
Christian looked away, tried to smile, but his tone was no longer firm. “It will get better. I’m telling you, it’s only a matter of time.”
It was exactly at that moment that the first wave of pain started. At first, they were mild, but as the days went by, they became unbearable. Christian would squirm in the bathroom, biting the towel to muffle his screams. Sometimes he could barely walk. The contractions came in waves, accompanied by sweating, dizziness, and growing anguish.
He said breathlessly to himself, “I won’t be able to stand it for long. I need to do something, and do it now.”
