[Home Plot] Aftermath

[manwithoutfear]

I don't like the Clinic. I'm not too fussy about the whole Compound in general, honestly, but there are answers we need -- sooner, rather than later. I rely on Ellen to get us there in one piece, still disoriented enough from the events of the past few days, real or dreamt up, to get a good grip on my surroundings. My hand rests on her elbow, the other tucked against my chest, hastily wrapped to stop the bleeding from my altercation with the floor. I stop us once we're inside, the familiar stench of antiseptic clogging my nose.

I just hope whoever's in knows what the hell they're doing.

"We need a doctor."

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[shewaswarned]

"I - I guess a couple of weeks, by now," Ellen admits, frowning in thought. It's difficult to tell how much time they'd lost here on the island, but she's starting to realize she was probably pregnant even before that. "Not very long, just - long enough to notice something was off, you know?"

[soulthatwanders]

"Of course," Wanda replied with a nod, even if she knew no such thing. "I'll need a urine sample first thing, and since results will take at least a day, the sooner we get started on the rest if it, the better. Daredevil, huh?"

[manwithoutfear]

"Try not to spread it around," I reply. Not that many people would be inclined to believe I was a superhero.

[shewaswarned]

"Do you need me to - ?" Ellen glances around somewhat helplessly, though the hand she lifts indicates that she's ready to take a cup or whatever she has to wield in order to get this sample out of the way. It's not the most glamorous thing she's ever done, but the answer should be fairly accurate.

[soulthatwanders]

"No time like the present, but take as long as you need," Wanda replied, handing Ellen a sample jar, before adding with a nod in Matt's direction, "Much simpler than whatever I end up putting him through."

[manwithoutfear]

"What will you end up putting me through?" I ask, suddenly thinking I maybe ought to find a seat.