"I don't know many people in my situation, either," Faye offers with a slight grin, one that belies the tension that she feels underneath, the slight nausea that worms its way to the surface now. An answer's decently within her grasp, and somehow that leaves her feeling unbalanced, even if it's one she's brought herself here for in the first place.
It's not that she wants children. Not really. She can't imagine herself ever being in a position where she's ready for that, mentally or emotionally, and certainly not here of all places. But there's a difference between avoiding something and having it taken away.
The thought leaves her slightly hollow.
"Anyway," she says with a shrug, curling on the bed and pushing her hair out of the way. "Symptoms include... fatigue. Nausea. Most importantly, it's been well over a month since my last period."
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Date: 2012-04-01 01:54 am (UTC)It's not that she wants children. Not really. She can't imagine herself ever being in a position where she's ready for that, mentally or emotionally, and certainly not here of all places. But there's a difference between avoiding something and having it taken away.
The thought leaves her slightly hollow.
"Anyway," she says with a shrug, curling on the bed and pushing her hair out of the way. "Symptoms include... fatigue. Nausea. Most importantly, it's been well over a month since my last period."