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Oct. 21st, 2014 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ohvelocitygirlThe apartment is near silent, which means Wes isn't home yet. Good. She needs a minute.
Her hands are shaking as she stares at the small plastic stick in her hands with a blinking digital death sentence on its interface. Maybe she was being a bit insane about this, but gods, how did this happen?
Okay, again, she knows how it happened, but she wonders when her birth control shots failed. And if she can sue the pharmaceutical companies that supply the New Republic Navy.
Pregnant. It blinks tauntingly at her. She feels kinda sick. She wonders how far along. She wonders why she's not as upset as she thinks she should be. She wonders why she feels a little happy.
The front door opens and closes and Inyri's shaky hands drop the stick on the 'fresher room floor.
Her hands are shaking as she stares at the small plastic stick in her hands with a blinking digital death sentence on its interface. Maybe she was being a bit insane about this, but gods, how did this happen?
Okay, again, she knows how it happened, but she wonders when her birth control shots failed. And if she can sue the pharmaceutical companies that supply the New Republic Navy.
Pregnant. It blinks tauntingly at her. She feels kinda sick. She wonders how far along. She wonders why she's not as upset as she thinks she should be. She wonders why she feels a little happy.
The front door opens and closes and Inyri's shaky hands drop the stick on the 'fresher room floor.
