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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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"Yeah, as much as I love missing you, I do not want whatever but you've got," he said. She looked really sick though and he was worried. She'd been going through a lot lately and the stress of everything probably wouldn't help her get better anytime soon.
"Let me take you home and take care of you?" He asked, although he was already planning on doing that despite her answer. She could be really stubborn at times but right now was not the time for that sort of thing.
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"Missing or kissing me?" Abigail asked, trying not to look too guilty- too pained because he was being ridiculously sweet with her. Reaching to take his hand, she smiled tiredly and leaned against him. She kind of what to just go home and take a pregnancy test but Kim wanted to come with her. "Uh, sure. That sounds good. You want to drive my car?"
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"Kissing. Although maybe missing was some sort of reverse Freudian slip or something," he said, trying not too look too amused while she looked so sick. Squeezing her hand Kim put an arm around her to try and keep her steady. She just looked absolutely miserable and he worried that maybe her mom's death was hitting her hard again.
"And you must be sick if you're going to let me drive your car."
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"I trust you, you know not to crash it." Abigail muttered, pressing her forehead against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. He was warm, safe, secure, and she should have been happy with that. She kind of was, except she kept seeing Ed because she was the worst kind of person. "You wouldn't have to miss me if you stayed over some time."
And then she wouldn't be tempted to call Ed. Except this wasn't Kim's fault, this was her. This was all her.
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"I mostly trust me not to crash it too," Kim said, giving her a small smile over the joke. Maybe right now with how sick she was wasn't really the time to do jokes though. Reaching a hand up he felt her forehead. It didn't feel warm but fevers could come and go sometimes. Or it could be food poisoning.
"I'll stay over tonight if you want?"
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"I-" Abigail began, wanting to tell him how awful she was and at the same time.... she didn't want to hurt him. She liked him, he should be the only guy she thought of because he was so wonderful. But he wasn't, she was so fucked up. And she didn't want him to find that out. "-I would like that. I'd like it more if I didn't feel so rough but then you might like it less. What with me trying to tempt you."
He touched her forehead and she smiled softly, reaching up to take his hand as she leaned back in the passenger seat. She'd have to take a test tomorrow, when he wasn't around.
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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."