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Gus swung into the small parking space in front of the office. Still trying to overcome the initial shock that was Shawn's diagnosis, how in the world could he break this 'gently' to him?

His mind swarmed with many thoughts, he knew it was perhaps illegal and went against hospital regulations to steal test results.

Though it was also in bad judgment to dressing as a physician to steal the aforesaid tests. Be this as it may it was not the main focus.

And needless to say this was definitely not the outcome he was expecting when he first set foot into San Diego General some two and a half hours or so ago.

With a somewhat firm grasp of the test results in his hand. He took in a big gulp of air, exhaling it slowly and nervously. His other hand tremblingly reaches for the doorknob, opens it and steps inside.

Shawn sat there at the computer desk, feet propped up and taking a few swigs from a can of 7-UP. Perhaps it was the cravings kicking in a bit too early, or perhaps Gus was becoming slightly paranoid.

Whatever the reason, (or not the reason, rather) it still didn't exclude the fact that sooner or later he had to relay the cold, hard and very mind-boggling truth behind his friend's 'condition'.

Amongst other things running ramped through his mind, one thing that seemed to stick out at that moment was Shawn's semi-recent complaints that the waists in his jeans had become nearly constricting.

Gus had shrugged it off and never had given the needless statements of discontent much thought, that was up until now of course.

" Dude, what took yaw so long?"

Shawn asked before taking another sip of the carbonated beverage. Gus then made his way across the room and over to where he'd been sitting and answered.

"Oh yeah.. Uh, traffic was a bitch"

He lied, once again, trying his damnedest to mask the nervousness within. And hoping that this slightly overwhelming feeling hadn't already spoke volumes for him, though fortunately Shawn never caught on.

He didn't want it to be known that a good percentage of that time was spent tied up in the hospital waiting on results.

Though in the end it wouldn't have made a bit of difference he was bound to find out one way or another. Gus made it a point to glance over at Shawn's stomach, but without it creating conspicuousness.

Gus did a swift stomach-check, this also, luckily, had gone unnoticed. To some extent he could make out a small bump under the close-fitting gray shirt he'd been wearing.

It'd definitely be some time till it'd become a full-fledged 'baby bump' but was a fairly noticeable swell nonetheless.

He took a seat right in front of Shawn's desk, briskly thumbing through the sheets of paper that at this time, Shawn couldn't help but take notice.

"What're those?"

He inquired, eyeing the papers somewhat suspiciously, Gus swallowed anxiously, followed by, yet again, another lengthy exhale of air.

"Are those the results?. is it the flu or somethin'?"

He asked once more, setting the can back down.

" Ah, not quite"

Gus muttered as Shawn leaned over the desk to grab the papers from Gus' tense and sweaty palms. Once he had a hold of the results he sat back down and scanned them over.

By the look on his face it was obvious he'd become confounded by what had been printed, therefore, of course, leaving Gus to drop that all too unreal bomb, oh goody.

"Dude!..like, what the hell are anterior pituitary-like hormones and why are they so high?"

He queried, brows began knitting together somewhat of a WTF manner, if there was such one, which Gus followed it up by simply stating.

"Uhh, well.. He began with a nervous sort of chuckle "in, uh..in laymen's terms Shawn., you're pregnant."