So many 'what ifs'. What if the man hadn't had HIV? What if the cysts weren't on his lungs? What if he hadn't coughed blood on her? What if he hadn't been a drug user? What if she hadn't taken some of his drugs? What if she hadn't had sex with Chase?
What if the condom hadn't broke?
And now she was in a most awkward position. A late period, a blue line on a pregnancy test, a HIV test that was just two days away.
She paced around her living room, thoughts racing through her head. What could she do? What would she do? Would she keep it? What if the test was positive, what then? How would she tell Chase? How would she tell House? She shook her head. House would never let her live it down. He already knew that they'd slept together, but to possibly infect Chase with HIV, to create a child with him...
House would be merciless. Like always.
It hurt, it hurt a lot. A large part of her protested wildly at giving it up, at aborting it, at killing it. But to bring a child into a world in which it's parents weren't together and worked all the time anyway, to bring a child into a world where it and it's parents could all have HIV because of one stupid thing...
It was almost worth it.
She would have to go into another town to get it done. And hope that she never got sick as long as she remained here - House would see her medical notes, otherwise. It would be wise to never tell Chase. She didn't know what he thought of children, and of abortions. He might demand that she keep it; or worse, demand that it was aborted immediately.
It would all wait, though.
Two days time and it would be settled either way.
A/N: It might seem a little fragmented, but that's how people think, especially when panicking. I hope I got that across. -Let me know what you thought.