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Freaking Fertile Flynn's at the Quill [OPEN]
Sat at an empty table, 8tracks open and headphones plugged in, she sat tapping away on her state of the art laptop as she mindlessly tested the strengths of the Cabot and Harpy estates. Something she'd been poking at for a while since Corrine had first asked her to check up on Will, she hadn't exactly told her to keep poking around but she was curious and their firewalls were practically inviting her to look around. And it kept her mind off things: things with Kim, things with Ed, her mom, Gabby living with her dad and Corrine's mom. Besides it wasn't like she was really doing anything wrong.
"Scrambled eggs, salmon and-" A voice began making Abby's nostrils flare. That stench. Swallowing down the nausea, she ripped her headphones off and ran towards the bathroom before she began to puke her guts out. She'd been like this for a few days, it wasn't nothing serious just puking mostly in the morn... ings.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Abby muttered, pulling her phone out of her pocket and trying to figure out when the hell her last period was. Because this was stupid and she wasn't that stupid. And she was late. Like not even a little bit late, like a lot late. She'd just- assumed with her mom, the stress of losing her and the grief. Except now she was puking and Flynn's were fertile fuckers. And Ed was... fucking her like a lot. "Fuck. Fuck!"
Tapping in her phone, she sent out an S.O.S text out. She could not be this stupid, she could not be.
"I'm going to kill him. FUCK!" Abby yelled from the bathroom, kicking the bathroom stall door.
ooc: either get a text from abby or here her swearing/puking in the bathroom at the Quill.
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"Hey, I happen to find the slight shade of green you're rocking right now very attractive."
Kim checked each mirror and over his shoulder about ten times before he started to back his car out of the parking spot, making sure to go extremely slow. He wanted to be careful with her car and not upset her stomach with any sudden movements. Once they were out of the parking lot and on the road he was equally paranoid about everything.
"How long have you been feeling sick?"
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She reached back for his hand, brushing her hand against his wrist as she tried to hide the look of panic on her face.
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"Well, it's definitely not food poisoning," Kim said. That had been his first though, although he knew that could last several days as well if it was a serious case. Really though, he was worried about Abigail. She had been dealing with so much and to have to go through this on top of it?
"Is there anything that sounds good? We can stop and get it before going to your place."