John was fully aware of the symptoms that come with pregnancy. He'd never had to really witness it before, but he knew it happened. When she sent him a message, asking for him to bring pickles, he assumed that this was definitely one of those situations where she was feeling a bit out of sorts. he wasn't about to worry too much, but by time he made it back to her quarters, he was met with a disturbing sight.

Uhura, curled up on the couch, sobbing. John, looking no more concerned than he usually did, walked carefully over to her and sat himself down beside her, though not close because he wasn't sure what she needed and he wasn't going to overstep his bounds. He set the pickles on the table and waited, patiently for her to decide when she wanted to talk to him, if she did.