The little color that's left on J's face drains away when he drops the last statement, leaving her skin white as a sheet. All the sounds disappears around her as the nausea stings her even stronger, stopping her breath and making her shake. The only thing she can feel out of the sickness is his touch -- one that's meant to be comforting and gentle is like a violent grip that's forcing her stay there, preventing her to move.
Rita was pregnant. With her child! Nononono, this can't be happening. She can't be... a mother.. or father?
A brief memory of her parents and what happened to them -- to her -- flashes in J's mind and that's what it finally takes to push her over the edge, the nausea, anxiety and fear turning into hot, burning spikes that pierces her body from the inside. With quick movements she pulls her hand away from him and barely manages to turn away when her knees buckles and she empties all the contents of her stomach to the floor. ]
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The little color that's left on J's face drains away when he drops the last statement, leaving her skin white as a sheet. All the sounds disappears around her as the nausea stings her even stronger, stopping her breath and making her shake. The only thing she can feel out of the sickness is his touch -- one that's meant to be comforting and gentle is like a violent grip that's forcing her stay there, preventing her to move.
Rita was pregnant. With her child! Nononono, this can't be happening. She can't be... a mother.. or father?
A brief memory of her parents and what happened to them -- to her -- flashes in J's mind and that's what it finally takes to push her over the edge, the nausea, anxiety and fear turning into hot, burning spikes that pierces her body from the inside. With quick movements she pulls her hand away from him and barely manages to turn away when her knees buckles and she empties all the contents of her stomach to the floor. ]