Late drabble and some whining
Oct. 25th, 2006 01:52 amI feel like death. I've totally lost my voice and now my stomach is turning inside out. On the upside my brother passed his national boards and is all certified as Dr. E, physical therapist.
And my nurses and majors did me proud on their neurology mid term. Excellent scores. So i don't suck after all.
as for the drabble
Dawn - post Chosen - Waiting
This was not supposed to be happening. She was in college. Dawn wasn’t ready. She had already told him she was late. How was she going to tell Buffy? Wasn’t this what birth control was supposed to be for? This could be bad, really bad. She was an interdimensional key. His first kid was some sort of demon-goddess.
Dawn didn’t even want to think about it. She didn’t think Buffy would understand. She had no idea what she might do if late turned into hello mommy. She stared numbly at the pregnancy test stick desperately waiting on painted lines.
And my nurses and majors did me proud on their neurology mid term. Excellent scores. So i don't suck after all.
as for the drabble
Dawn - post Chosen - Waiting
This was not supposed to be happening. She was in college. Dawn wasn’t ready. She had already told him she was late. How was she going to tell Buffy? Wasn’t this what birth control was supposed to be for? This could be bad, really bad. She was an interdimensional key. His first kid was some sort of demon-goddess.
Dawn didn’t even want to think about it. She didn’t think Buffy would understand. She had no idea what she might do if late turned into hello mommy. She stared numbly at the pregnancy test stick desperately waiting on painted lines.