OOC! Babyplot! OOC!
Things has died down since the events of Faramir's murder. Anita had been avoiding the compound going only for the necessity of food and occasionally smiling when she saw Bill. Still she hadn't exactly dealt with Andrej's death or the aftermath, but then that was her talent to avoid until hopefully she wouldn't have to, however something had happened that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to avoid.
She and Andrej had shared the night on New Year's after they had left the party and it had been a couple of weeks since then and for the past few mornings Anita had awoke nauseous unable to eat anything except toast. The more worrisome fact was that she was late and Anita was rarely late. There had really only been once and she had been worried until things had finally happened.
She debated with herself about going to the clinic but frankly she wasn't sure it would matter. There wasn't any way to tell for sure if you were pregnant on the Island, at least that she knew of but she could be wrong, and she was relatively healthy and she told herself that it was just stress over everything that had happened and that it would go away once she found some way to combat the restlessness that had plagued her since before Andrej had died. She told herself that certainly there was another explanation anyway and that it would pass and she would feel foolish if she bothered the doctors when there wasn't much they could do anyway.
Still the small voice in the back of her mind kept her wondering as she tried to focus on anything else other than the possibility of her being pregnant.
She and Andrej had shared the night on New Year's after they had left the party and it had been a couple of weeks since then and for the past few mornings Anita had awoke nauseous unable to eat anything except toast. The more worrisome fact was that she was late and Anita was rarely late. There had really only been once and she had been worried until things had finally happened.
She debated with herself about going to the clinic but frankly she wasn't sure it would matter. There wasn't any way to tell for sure if you were pregnant on the Island, at least that she knew of but she could be wrong, and she was relatively healthy and she told herself that it was just stress over everything that had happened and that it would go away once she found some way to combat the restlessness that had plagued her since before Andrej had died. She told herself that certainly there was another explanation anyway and that it would pass and she would feel foolish if she bothered the doctors when there wasn't much they could do anyway.
Still the small voice in the back of her mind kept her wondering as she tried to focus on anything else other than the possibility of her being pregnant.