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vanillajello) wrote2009-12-05 03:39 pm
vanillajello) wrote2009-12-05 03:39 pm
Room 324, Saturday Morning and onwards
Kate had woken up with the knowledge that this was the day she'd reveal who the father of her unborn child was, and that she’d confront him about it.
Sure, she had no recollection of ever doing a pregnancy test, or even having sex with the guy, but she didn’t question any of this; she just knew. She was pregnant, he was the father, end of story.
She was going off-island later, to meet her dealer to get drugs for the multiple personality disorder she was desperately trying to hide, and maybe to do some Christmas shopping. But right now she sat down at her desk to write an important letter.
Dear Jason, she began,
I'm pregnant. It's yours.
She thought about it for a moment, then added, Yes, I'm sure.
Then she hesitated. Could she write down what she wanted to write down? Should she? She sighed, and stared meaningfully into space for a good half a minute before continuing.
Also, despite my better judgment, I lo
And that was as far as she got before she suddenly started to feel mysteriously ill. "I don't feel so good," she muttered as she got up from the chair for no good reason, grabbing the letter as she did.
No, standing up didn't make her feel any better. "I need to lie down," she declared. She stumbled over to her bed, somehow managing to put the letter down on her bedside table so that anyone coming in could easily notice it. She lay down on her bed and had just enough time to get into a comfortable position flat on her back before she lapsed into unconsciousness.
And not just unconsciousness, but straight into a coma. You could probably tell the difference. Even if you had absolutely no medical knowledge.
Sometimes people just knew this stuff.
[ooc: Yeah, Kate's in a coma all weekend. Due to weird non-realistic soap logic, she'll stay in her room during this time.
Door and post open (as mentioned in the brainstorming post) for your comatose bedside confessionals and drama and whateverbut no coma sex omg. I'm not around to interact, but I'm pretty reachable through email. There'll be another post tomorrow, and it won’t be this tl;dr.]
Sure, she had no recollection of ever doing a pregnancy test, or even having sex with the guy, but she didn’t question any of this; she just knew. She was pregnant, he was the father, end of story.
She was going off-island later, to meet her dealer to get drugs for the multiple personality disorder she was desperately trying to hide, and maybe to do some Christmas shopping. But right now she sat down at her desk to write an important letter.
Dear Jason, she began,
I'm pregnant. It's yours.
She thought about it for a moment, then added, Yes, I'm sure.
Then she hesitated. Could she write down what she wanted to write down? Should she? She sighed, and stared meaningfully into space for a good half a minute before continuing.
Also, despite my better judgment, I lo
And that was as far as she got before she suddenly started to feel mysteriously ill. "I don't feel so good," she muttered as she got up from the chair for no good reason, grabbing the letter as she did.
No, standing up didn't make her feel any better. "I need to lie down," she declared. She stumbled over to her bed, somehow managing to put the letter down on her bedside table so that anyone coming in could easily notice it. She lay down on her bed and had just enough time to get into a comfortable position flat on her back before she lapsed into unconsciousness.
And not just unconsciousness, but straight into a coma. You could probably tell the difference. Even if you had absolutely no medical knowledge.
Sometimes people just knew this stuff.
[ooc: Yeah, Kate's in a coma all weekend. Due to weird non-realistic soap logic, she'll stay in her room during this time.
Door and post open (as mentioned in the brainstorming post) for your comatose bedside confessionals and drama and whatever