Prompting Part XXIX
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“Thanks.”
Joan ran a hand through her messy hair. “What for?”
“For this. You.” He chuckled again, a little. “Let’s stay friends, okay? No matter what happens, let’s stick together.”
“Bill…”
“I won’t interfere,” he said quickly. “That’s not what I meant. But if you need someone, if you’re in a tight spot, you can count on me.”
She smiled slightly, an odd half-quirk of her lips. “Right, okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Goodnight, Joan.”
“Night.”
Joan let the mobile fall to her lap. Her head was pounding now, but she was wide awake. There was no way she was going back to sleep, not with her mind turning in circles like a frightened rabbit in her head. Despite her confident words to Bill, she had no idea what the fuck she was doing. Oh, she was a doctor-she had the prenatal vitamins, the regular check-ups scheduled at a clinic, all the physical things were prepared-but mentally? She had barely begun to wrap her head around the idea of having a baby inside of her, let alone thought about things like names and cribs and motherhood. She couldn’t raise her kid in a bedsit, that much was for sure. But she couldn’t raise it with a flatmate either. Could she?
Her mobile buzzed against her thigh, and she glowered down at it. The screen shone up at her: she had a new text message.
At the morgue. Come if convenient.
She rolled her eyes with a groan. "Come if convenient"? How could going to a morgue at one o’clock on a Sunday night ever be considered convenient?
The mobile buzzed again.
If inconvenient, come anyway.
Joan stared down at the message. It didn’t seem particularly urgent and, really, she should probably just ignore it, or Sherlock would start to get ideas about bossing her around. But it wasn’t like she was going back to sleep anyway. Frankly, the distraction of a case sounded brilliant just now. Joan stood and stretched. Bart’s wasn’t so far away, after all.
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