Joan opens the door for Bonnie and leads the way into the clinic. Bonnie had seemed so sure and confident of her choice before, so much that it had seemed to lift her spirits. But now, she looked absolutely terrified. Joan reaches out for the girl's hand and gives it a light squeeze, making sure she remembers she is not alone. Bonnie looks grateful, and refuses to give the hand back. Joan wonders idly if they look like a couple, strolling the hall with their hands linked. Somehow, she can't find it in herself to care what people might think.
After a long wait, they finally arrive in the room the procedure is going to take place. To Joan it feels like an executioners room. A room where murder of innocent lives yet to be born are taken on a daily basis. To Bonnie it seems to be a dungeon, closing in on her, because she starts to breathe heavier. Joan doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms firmly around the smaller girl. She holds her until the doctor comes into the room.
Time seems to pass differently in this little room, the preliminary talking and preparation seem to move so fast that Joan has no idea what has even been said. Then, when Bonnie lays back into the chair and the doctor pulls out his tool (Weapon, Joan's mind supplies. Weapon for murder.) time seems to have slowed to an almost halt. Bonnie squeezes her eyes shut and grabs for Joan's hand as the doctor moves in. Joan can't take her eyes off of the scene before her. She looses all sense of reality then and doesn't take her eyes off Bonnie's stomach until the girl releases her hand and touches her face lightly. Joan looks up, startled. Bonnie carefully wipes her thumb across Joan's cheek, and that's when she realizes that the doctor has left and that she is crying.
"So, its over now, right?" Joan whispers, wiping the rest of her tears away herself.
Bonnie's pretty face scrunches up into an unreadable emotion, "I thought it would be that simple. That… it being gone would take the problem away." She lifts a shaky hand to touch her stomach. "Joan, I could feel it. I felt it die."
Joan's façade crumbles, and the tears start pouring down her cheeks again. She cries for what she lost with Adam. She cries for the girl in front of her, who only has more suffering ahead of her. She cries for the innocent little baby that she watched get sucked right out of Bonnie's stomach.
Bonnie hugs her tightly, and sobs with her. She isn't sure whether it's for Joan, her whole fucked up life, or the lost baby; but she cries all the same.