So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle Characters:Pietro,Wicked Setting:Their Apartment,Tuesday afternoon Content:Serious Talks Summary:It can get real Juno up in here
If her students new why she had taken off that day they'd all have a good time with the irony. Not everyone was perfect, not every one bowled a three hundred and even the appointed sexual health counselor had to take off work to sit in the bathroom squinting at faint blue and pink lines. She sat on the side of the bath tub checking her phone every so often as if this were just another part of her day. Like waiting for a bus. When her timer finally went off Pot Belly barked at the R2 beeping until Wicked finally shut it off. Two negatives and one unreadable one. She stared at them a moment longer before dumping them into the trash-can. She had already gone to get a blood test and by the end of the day she'd know for sure but for now she wasn't going to stress over two negatives out of three tests. Nor was she going to tell Pietro and turn this into a big thing, not until the doctor called.
She walked out on to the balcony and watched the city bellow her. She hesitated as she put a cigarette in her mouth, letting it hang off her lip,not sure whether to light it or not.