Author's Note: I'm a bit.. frazzled.
People often wish for things that are entirely unnecessary, even as they grow up. Little girls ask for ponies. Those little girls grow up to ask for lipstick and boyfriends. Little boys ask for action figures. They grow up and they ask for money and girls who look like the latest Sports Illustrated centerfold model.
Reno sat on a hard plastic chair in the waiting room, elbows on his knees and his chin propped up on his hands. His hair was disheveled, and it clung to his forehead as he perspired. The hospital had the air conditioner on, but Reno thought he was in the middle of a Dutch oven.
Seconds felt like hours as he tried to keep his mind off of Tifa. He read some women's magazines and learned how to deal with children with Chocobopox, but reading that only made him feel incredibly responsible for what he put in her uterus.
Responsibility… something that Reno tried to avoid, even though he held a high position as a Turk. What was that phrase, 'With power comes responsibility…'? Yeah, that was total bullshit. Reno threw himself back in the rather boulder-like seat and began to cry softly.
One-up on the manliness, Reno.
Aviationfordummies: Ever been cheated on?
PN03: Not yet. You?
Aviationfordummies: Well, I've been dumped so many times by the same girl that it feels like she's cheating on me when I see her with her new boyfriend.
PN03: So you're the stalker type.
Aviationfordummies: I guess so then. But I feel like a slug that had salt injected into its body by a hypodermic.
PN03: Ouch.
PN03: Well, I gotta go. My boss is inspecting all the cubicles.
PN03: And just so u know, I hope you the best in finding a girlfriend.
PN03 has signed off at 2:34:37
Aviationfordummies: Don't go…
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"This may come as a shock to you, but," the doctor with the black mustache paused to sigh and twiddle with the pen he had between his fingers. "There was a miscarriage. Tifa wasn't eating right things, and it's a miracle you found her at this time."
Reno sat dumbly in the hard plastic chair. Wait, what just happened?
"Tifa's just getting out of surgery, so if you want to see her, she's in room 226."
Reno continued to stare at the linoleum, eyes blurred by tears. This didn't seem real, and expected the doctor to come back and yell, "Just kidding!" and then everything would be all right.