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!!vGFyxi9fnOL 10/24/11(Mon)04:06 No.30840497>>30840291
"W-what do you mean, doctor?"
"I mean there's nearly ... eighteen protoforms attached to the uterine lining. If it weren't for your ectopic, well, I wouldn't have noticed. In a way you're lucky," hemmed the OB/GYN uncomfortably. His pen wavered very gently above his cliboard, wavering unsteadily in his magic field.
"B-but I don't ... I mean, I've always been very careful-"
"You mean to say you haven't taken any fertilization drugs at all?" balked Nurse Redheart. Hooves shot his attending a Look, but in all he was wondering much the same.
"No, no, no, I mean he -- when it's a he -- wears Preventatives, and -- and," she trailed off, "... And."
Hooves took a very deep sigh, clicking his pen and ticking down the medical form, I'm very sorry you're going to have to go through all this so young. I'm truly sorry."
Sapphire eyes, so bleary and bloodshot, took in Hooves uneasily, "What happens next?" The abject sadness drew away from the pastel pink of her hair and coat, the nice light yellow color they'd chosen very specially for the clinic walls.
Hooves cast off into the brink, "You, well, we select the most viable ones for survival," he hemmed again, quietly, circling a far corner of his sheet with a pen, "if that's what you want."
She blinked slowly, so very very slowly, "And the rest?"
Hooves had made a point to stare at the line on the form - FIRST / LAST NAME, PINKAMENA / PIE - but thought better of it. He took on those scared baby-blue eyes, the fright on her face, the way her hooves were tightening on the sanitary butcher paper of the examination table. He had to. He needed to.
"I'm so, so sorry." |
