Termination Consternation || RP with isabelowens

[agentsullivan]

They were in the elevator on their way up to the Family Planning Clinic. It wasn't cold, but Ali had a long knitted coat on, the sleeves pulled over her hands as she hugged her arms tightly around herself. Her hair was hanging like a wavy shield around her face and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the heavy, pained dread that burned through her, coupling with the churning nausea in her stomach.

She cleared her throat and glanced up at the illuminating numbers. Why the fuck was it taking so fucking long to reach the thirteenth floor? And who the bollocks puts something like an abortion clinic on any floor with 13 in it?