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almost made me appreciate the warmer reception I had received with Blake. It definitely made me appreciate the steaming reception I had gotten with Alexander.
    “Yes,” I said, not feeling the need to say anymore.
    “Blood or urine?”
    “I’ll do the blood,” I said, my hand clenching and unclenching in my lap.
    “How are you feeling otherwise?” he asked, surprising me. I wasn’t expecting him to think it was sharing time.
    “Fine, thanks.” I hoped that my usual response would be enough.
    “It’s a big thing, unexpected pregnancies. Anyone can have any kind of justified reaction,” he went on, his fingers twining to create a hanging fist between his jogger legs. He looked like he was a runner.
    “I’m feeling ok right now, actually. I was hoping we could do the test though?” I prodded gently, hoping to steer this trainwreck of a conversation in a different direction.
    “Of course.” He pulled out a sterilized syringe from a nearby coral pink drawer as I held my forearm out, letting him prep me.
    “Have you thought about what you’re going to do?”
    Wow, he was really digging, wasn’t he?
    “Yeah, actually I have.” Leaving it at that felt like the best option.
    “What’s that?” he said, looking up at me as he rubbed an alcohol pad over one of my pretty prominent veins.
    I hesitated, feeling as though I was being interrogated, like something was off. This dynamic didn’t feel right, but I didn’t see any other option, and Blake did say he trusted him so that put me a little bit more at ease.
    “Adoption, I think it’s the best choice for the both of us,” I said, not specifying who I included as “us."
    “Interesting choice. And you’re ok with taking a hit on your studies?” he asked, plunging the needle into my vein without much forewarning. I winced, mostly at the stinging sensation, but also at what this doctor was saying, what he was trying to do. I may have seemed like a dumb, naive college student, but I had a good head on my shoulders and I was well aware of what game Dr. Gerrard was getting at.  
    “My studies will be fine, I’ve always been good at school,” dispelling whatever Gerrard was getting at.
    “And that’s extremely admirable, it really is.” He placed the vial of my dark blood into a tray and scribbled on a quick label.
    I slid off the examination bed and started walking towards the door before he stopped me with an “Ah!”
    “Before you leave, I wanted to just talk about how you’re feeling?”
    My hand came away from the doorknob as I turned to look at Gerrard, a brow raising up in confusion.  
    “I want to make sure you aren’t blaming yourself or Blake” He added Blake like an afterthought. I knew it was more. “It was just a chance occurrence that will grow to become a blessing,” he said, an empty priest standing behind his altar. I was so taken aback, I didn’t even know how to respond.
    “It’s ok, Sky. Just know that no one will judge you if you choose the option that is best for you.”
    This was getting to be too ridiculous. I couldn’t figure out why he was pushing this angle so hard, but I had had enough. I nodded and smiled politely, another slightly more disguised “fuck you” smile, and walked out the door, giving the nurse my contact info just before speed walking down the hall. I wanted to get home.
    I was also starting to feel sick.

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    It took me some time to clean up all the glass from my apartment, Kester being locked away in my bedroom while I brushed up most of it with a small hand broom. I still wore some thick pink socks, just in case, but for the most part, I felt comfortable enough to lay down and turn off for a second.
    These past few days had been so whirlwind filled that I had no time to actually relax. Finally, I had that time.
    And even then I could feel my body like a tight ball of muscles, clenched from stress, my teeth clacking together from the biting anxiety. My eyelids were just lazily drifting