"Nothing weird. Just a muffin, some coffee, a handful of aspirin.... Um, I've been nauseous off and on. No appetite at *all*. Headache." She winces. "And okay, a bare micro-possibility of pregnancy, but I doubt it. I'm not late, or anything like that."
Lisa walks into the clinic to find some of her secret candy stash, when she witnesses the goings-on in the clinic.
She mutters to herself. "There is a bowl FILLED WITH CONDOMS right outside the damn door. Also, if I can stretch a regular sized condom to fit OVER MY SKULL I'm pretty sure they'll fit everyone else just fine."
She makes a show of refilling the condom display to the brim, and flops down in the corner to check the charts. "A plethora! A plethora of condoms!"
"Please, enlighten me, what exactly did you think Dr. Luv Gluv was trying to direct you to do? Take the tiny foil package and make a paper crane with it?"
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