Dr. Elliot Reid (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} frickonastick) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-11-04 18:37:00 |
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Who: Elliot Reid and Andy Gallagher, mention of Nine
What: One hysterical pregnancy, coming up.
When: Day 28, morning
Where: The library
Rating: Definite R for excessive fricks
Status: Complete
Elliot's breath was coming quick as she stared down at the pieces of paper clutched in her hand. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Her eyes moved over the words on the page for the hundredth time as she tried to take them in. She shook her head and moved towards the desk a few feet away where a pregnancy test with double lines stared up at her. "Frick," she whispered as she stared down at it, moving her hand down to the front of her shirt and feeling the small, but unmistakable budge there.
Her mind was spinning as she struggled to accept the fact that somehow she was two months pregnant. The lab test estimated her to be at eight weeks, which meant that there was a baby inside of her approximately the size of a kidney bean. The thought of a kidney bean made her think of JD's three alarm chili and the burning sensation in her chest she'd had the one and only time she'd ever tried it. Elliot clamped her mouth shut as her stomach lurched and she leaned against the desk.
"This can't be happening," Elliot whispered to herself as she shut her eyes and tried to stop thinking of chili, or what a mess she'd make if she actually let her stomach win, which only made it lurch again.
What: One hysterical pregnancy, coming up.
When: Day 28, morning
Where: The library
Rating: Definite R for excessive fricks
Status: Complete
Elliot's breath was coming quick as she stared down at the pieces of paper clutched in her hand. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Her eyes moved over the words on the page for the hundredth time as she tried to take them in. She shook her head and moved towards the desk a few feet away where a pregnancy test with double lines stared up at her. "Frick," she whispered as she stared down at it, moving her hand down to the front of her shirt and feeling the small, but unmistakable budge there.
Her mind was spinning as she struggled to accept the fact that somehow she was two months pregnant. The lab test estimated her to be at eight weeks, which meant that there was a baby inside of her approximately the size of a kidney bean. The thought of a kidney bean made her think of JD's three alarm chili and the burning sensation in her chest she'd had the one and only time she'd ever tried it. Elliot clamped her mouth shut as her stomach lurched and she leaned against the desk.
"This can't be happening," Elliot whispered to herself as she shut her eyes and tried to stop thinking of chili, or what a mess she'd make if she actually let her stomach win, which only made it lurch again.