"Yeah, I sorta figured." Juno replied, a smile of resignation on her face. She nodded at the nurse and sighed, once again wondering where the fuck Marco had gotten off to. Not that she was particularly eager to be around him at the moment, but at the same time it kind of stung that he might have found something better to do rather than deal with this drama. She couldn't blame him...or could she? Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. Fuck him, she could blame him a lot. But in the end, she wasn't that surprised he was gone, and at least he'd left some clothes.
"Yep, go ahead." she told Cecilia, not wanting to think of what examining her groin while she wore no underwear entailed. This whole thing was fucked up. She hoped whatever Cecilia gave her would knock her the fuck out, and then admonished herself for basically wishing for drugs. "Do you...do you think the head thing will make me forget most of this? How far back does that go, even?"