Her breath stutters, her voice trembling as the memory surfaces. “He said, when he took me, that I was carrying his grandchild…but I thought…” Her head shakes faintly, like she’s trying to piece it together in real time. “I thought it was...I don’t know…a lie? Another way to control me.”
She can’t be, right? We took the pill.
I have no fucking idea how it works… Probably should’ve paid attention during sex ed instead of laughing over the 70’s bush on display...and did they have to fucking play Ode to Joy during the man’s erection? Like that wasn’t going to cause everyone to lose their shit.
“We’ll go get a test…” Mac offers, already snatching Logan by the hand. It snaps me out of whatever dazed, spiraling state I’ve slipped into while I try to process what the actual fuck is happening.
“No, no need. I should have one in here. It’s not as fancy as the branded ones, but…” the doctor, whose name I still don’t fucking know, starts rummaging through his leather messenger bag, eventually pulling out a plastic beaker. Bottle. Pointlessly sized jelly jar. “This is for your specimen. If you could deposit a urine sample, that would be marvelous.”
Fucking marvelous. Doc wants my wife’s piss and sounds far too pleased about it. Not sure how I feel about that.
What’s he supposed to do—Throw up?
“Can you manage, dear?”
Sera looks as lost as I feel.
I’m nervous. Sweaty. Hands twitching. All over the fucking place, if I’m honest.
Told you, bro. Pullout game is weak.Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off.
“Come on, Sera… let’s get this… filled?” Mac says, gently peeling herself away from Logan.
“What… what if she doesn’t have to—” I start, already regretting the words as they leave my stupid fucking mouth.
“She doesn’t have to fill it. Just a sample, if you can manage, is fine,” the doctor replies, smiling at Seraphina, nothing but cool patience.
Probably more than a teardrop, right? Like a shot. A straight shot of piss that is about to potentially change fucking everything.
Everything.
“Brother, I always told you—bag that shit up…” Sam says, trying to make light of this… this golden-shower-adjacent situation.
“Shut the fuck up. We don’t know for sure yet, right, doc?”
He simply nods. I glance at his bag of tricks.
“Could it… could it be something else? Like… lupus?” I ask, stroking Sera’s cheek.
“Last night… sleep was… evasive,” I add, grasping for logic. “Like you said, there’s been some really stressful…you know… a lot of shit going on.”
“There are, of course, several things her symptoms could align with,” the doctor says calmly. “But before you go opening Google, let’s rule out the simpler possibilities.”
“I—I want to do it… to be sure,” Sera says.
She takes Mac’s hand and starts to stand. I try to help, but I’m all fucking knees and elbows. Useless. I manage to escort her to the bathroom, holding the door open.
“Want…want me to hold it?” I ask. Not really wanting to, but willing to do my part.
Mercifully, she shakes her head.
I hover by the door as they go in, then turn back to the guys, feeling pale as fuck.
‘“Want me to hold it?’ Really?” Sam says.
Chace and Logan crack up.
“Fuck you, bro… I don’t know what I’m meant to do…”
