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Chapter 3

Brennan had set her alarm, even though she knew she wouldn't be fit in the morning. She hadn't been for three days in a row. She felt sick and could barely keep anything down. There was no fever, just vomitting. She heard Angela getting ready on the other side of the room. "Ange? Could you bring me some soup or something when you get back from class? I don't have anything left."

Angela had been debating whether or not she was going to let her friend's 'illness' slide or if she would address it. When she heard Temperance's normally strong voice weak and so strained, she walked into the bathroom and got the pregnancy test she had bought for her but hadn't dared give to her yet. "Sweetie," she sat down next to her and held out the test. "Soup isn't what you need. But I think this is."

"What? No!" Brennan shied away from the offensive test stick. "It was safe. He asked me, 'birth control?', and I answered 'yes, of course'. He even went into the bathroom to put on a condom." Brennan was ashamed about what happened, even though it had been the night of her dreams. Angela was the only one who knew.

"Condoms can break. If there was a small cut in it, that's enough. It's just to be sure. Once you're sure that you're not pregnant, you can go to the doctor and let him tell you what is wrong with you. Please, just do yourself a favour. I've been where you're at. And trust me, it's best to know."

Brennan paled. She forced herself to get out of bed and grabbed the stick from her friend's fingers. She went into the bathroom and just did it. She took the stick back into their room and waited for the results with Angela. "No," she groaned as she felt intense sickness.

"I can skip class and go to the doctor with you," Angela told her friend as two pink lines became obvious on the test. Positive. Her best friend was pregnant.

"These tests can be wrong. Right?" Brennan desperately wanted a positive answer.

"Yes," Angela told her. "The only way to be sure is have your blood tested by a doctor. Come on. We'll go and find out the truth." The chance that she had a false positive test was very slim to none, but she didn't have the heart to tell her friend that.

"Wait. You have classes today," Brennan said, terror creeping up her stomach.

"It can wait. Come on, hon, we have to face this thing. If you are pregnant, you're going to want options and some options disappear after a little while. So, get dressed."

"I need to take a shower first. I've hardly been out of bed for three days. Thanks for coming with me, Ange. I'm really - really scared."

"I know. I've had scares, too." However, she'd never had a positive test. Angela decided not to divulge that information though. "Do you have a gynaecologist? Otherwise I'm making an appointment with mine."

"I don't have one," Brennan said, slightly panicking.

"That's okay. I'll call mine. All you have to do right now is have that shower. Come on, off you go." Angela gently pushed her into the bathroom and made an appointment for her, where they had to be in an hour. That should give her time to get dressed, without giving her time to freak.

Brennan felt her stomach recoil as she got up and undressed in the bathroom. She threw up in the toilet bowl before taking her shower. Oh, god, what if this was morning sickness?

Angela got something to counter Brennan's nausea and a few saltines. When she emerged, nearly half an our later, Angela gave her the saltines and the medicine. "Have those, then we're leaving."

"Thanks," Brennan said. It felt good to have someone tell her what to do, because she was positively freaking out.

Angela stayed close, pretending to be grabbing all kinds of last minutes stuff, while she had been ready for over half an hour. As soon as Brennan had finished her breakfast, Angela grabbed their purses and smiled. "Come on. We have to be there in 15 minutes."

Brennan followed her best friend, staying close to her. She was beyond nervous. Actually, she felt close to a heart-attack.

Angela drove them to the doctor. They got out of the car and Angela linked arms with her best friend, guiding her inside. The nurse looked up and smiled at the young women. "Is either one of you Temperance Brennan? The last patient cancelled. You can go in now."

Swallowing, Brennan felt Angela's arm around her shoulders and they walked into the examination room. Brennan felt scared and confused, ice cold with bursts of panic firing through her brain.

Angela held her back for a moment and gently embraced her before they entered the office. "You'll be okay, Brenn. I know this is not what you wanted, but you'll be okay. We'll make sure of it together."

Brennan held her friend tightly. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be okay.

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