[backdated to last week aka 8 June]
The facts were these: Charlotte Charles was facing something of a predicament and a fairly frightening one at that. Always one to be informed about things both pressing and otherwise, when it came to whatever ailment was plaguing her she was certainly at a loss.
After a few weeks of aches, pains and tenderness that was not of the affectionate sort she decided that enough was enough. It was nearly twice as bad to be wondering as to what the cause was of her illness than being actually sick.
If there was bad news to be had there was really only one person she would having give it to her. Head held high she went off in search of Ellie, fighting the afternoon round of nausea.
Upon spotting the other woman, Chuck smiled and gave a wave. "Ellie, oh Ellie, I think I need your help," she said, trying to not sound alarmist. It naturally had mixed results.
After a few weeks of aches, pains and tenderness that was not of the affectionate sort she decided that enough was enough. It was nearly twice as bad to be wondering as to what the cause was of her illness than being actually sick.
If there was bad news to be had there was really only one person she would having give it to her. Head held high she went off in search of Ellie, fighting the afternoon round of nausea.
Upon spotting the other woman, Chuck smiled and gave a wave. "Ellie, oh Ellie, I think I need your help," she said, trying to not sound alarmist. It naturally had mixed results.