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rebecca c. abercrombie ([info]rebeccas) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-01-10 20:06:00


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Entry tags:euan abercrombie, rebecca abercrombie

Euan!
"Alo---alohomora!"

Rebecca felt like she was going to snap her wand in half with how frantically she was shaking it at the locked door knob. What had she done? This was a simple spell, these doors weren't even supposed to lock due to safety reasons and here she was now, stuck in a tiny cramped closet with a bucket of dirty mop water mixed with her very own vomit. It was the thing of horror stories! Just thinking about the mess she was in made her want to get ill again, but her focus on her inability to unlock the door kept her nausea at bay.

She felt like such an idiot. If Euan ever even whispered that this had happened to anyone he knew, she would have his head. Have his head. There was no slighter punishment allowed.

The tentative knock on the door made Rebecca jump, and she put a hand to her head. Rebecca didn't say a word, in case it wasn't Euan on the other side, but then she heard his voice, ushering someone else in the corridor away.

"I've jinxed it shut," she said, pressing up against the door, "I don't know what I've done!"


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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-11 12:15 am UTC (link)
Euan wasn't sure how exactly he was going to deal with Rebecca -- he'd spent the last few minutes trying to figure out exactly what he should say to her to calm her down. He had a few theories, of course, but since the food poisoning one didn't seem like something she was in agreement with -- well, he only had one thing left in his mind that he could think of.

When she mentioned that she jinxed the more-or-less un-lockable door shut, he couldn't help but feel as if there really was only one solution, but bringing it up with Rebecca was surely suicide. He cleared his throat, speaking in hushed tones while he tried not to look like he was having his way with the door.

"Just say calm! You need to concentrate. You've -- not gotten sick again, have you? If it's an emergency I'll have to call someone..."

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-11 12:53 am UTC (link)
"You will not be calling someone, Euan!" Rebecca snapped, hitting her palm against the door and hoping it jolted the stupid idea out of her husband's head, "I would rather stay here all night than have someone know about this mess!"

Rebecca pushed away from the door, to stalk the small confined space. "One of the interns must have tampered with my wand because of the paperwork I gave them to do...it's how I learned, why should they think they're above such menial tasks? I'm only trying to help them and---"

She put a hand to her chest, stopping suddenly as her throat felt awfully acidic and quite like the feeling she had just a few minutes before when she had ducked into this broom closet in the first place. Rebecca's hand flew to her mouth before she dropped to the ground again and promptly got sick in the bucket. Thank Merlin it was charmed to be never-full. Didn't stop it from smelling like hell though.

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-11 01:01 am UTC (link)
"Fine, I -- ow, that really hurt my ear, you know." He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose as Rebecca got sick again, wondering about the frequency and -- "What does it feel like right before you get sick? Is it nausea, or something else? I know you've vomited over other things before, so just try to think of whether it feels -- similar or not."

Yes, now was not going to be the time for him to tell her that it was highly possible she was with child. He couldn't bear to even think about the disappointment in her voice if it wasn't true, so it was better to just try and think of another explanation.

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-11 01:32 am UTC (link)
Rebecca sat on the floor with her legs pulled to the side, letting out a breath. She absolutely despised being sick, as it seemed to be the one thing she could not do in a dignified manner. She supposed it was rather difficult to manage projectile vomit, so she forced herself to believe that she controlled it the best she could. Her eyes rolled up to the dim light of the broom closet as she listened to Euan's attempt to diagnose her illness.

"It just comes," she said, lifting her hand and dropping it to the floor. Rebecca let out a breath of frustration and looked back at the door, "It's a bug."

Her face fell as she recalled the teasing from the other residents, none of them aware of how hard they had been trying to get pregnant. Rebecca had gotten her period this month---it had been short and spotty, but it was there and---she shook her head away from the thoughts. Rebecca had forced herself not to think about it anymore; if they were meant to have children, they would have them. She couldn't take a little sign like getting sick as something of a sign.

"Euan, just break the door down!" she cried out, pouting greatly.

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-11 01:37 am UTC (link)
"Do you recall me being particularly adept at feats of strength, Rebecca?" He furrowed his brows, bringing his hand up against the door as if he was trying to feel out a weak spot.

"I can't just -- kick the door down, you know. It's too small in there, it'll just knock over your bucket full of vomit and spill it all over you. You just need to -- calm down and let me try my hand at the lock, all right?" He pulled his wand out of his robes.

"Alohamora!" Merlin, he hoped this was going to work...

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-11 02:41 am UTC (link)
Rebecca winced, praying that the door did not burst off its hinges in a negative response to his spell. But, of course, the unlocking spell did its job and the door clicked and swung open slowly. She blinked up at her husband, who must think she was absolutely crazy for not being able to get herself out of this little mess.

"You must think I'm pathetic," Rebecca let out, eyes wide and welled with tears. She turned away as her pout grew and she tried to stop herself. Maybe she had been emotional these past few weeks, but there were plenty of reasons for that. Her new job title was quite demanding, and with the holidays always came the stress of tinsel and gift wrap. The symptoms that she refused to call 'symptoms' could be applied to a number of things, and Rebecca wasn't about to try and convince herself other wise.

She was having arguments with herself, in her head, while on the floor of the broom closet she'd just thrown up and locked herself in. She was a bloody nutter.

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-11 03:12 am UTC (link)
Euan couldn't help the soft chuckle that passed his lips before he could stop it as the door swung open. Well, at least she hadn't royally screwed with the thing to the point where it was unopenable, so that was something. He quickly muffled the laugh with a cough, however, and bent down to take Rebecca by the hands and lift her to stand.

He was still worried, even if he knew that she was probably either just sick with the flu or -- that other thing he wasn't going to mention.

"No, I think you're ... overworked. You just need a good session with your favorite therapist." Which was him -- or hopefully it was, at least.

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-12 12:55 am UTC (link)
She couldn't stop herself from stomping her foot ever so slightly, and Rebecca pushed herself into Euan. All she wanted to do was go home, get out of her scrubs, and crawl into bed, because how was she supposed to back to work after this? Even if Euan didn't speak a word of this little mishap Rebecca just knew that someone would find out and then her reputation would be ruined and she'd be banned to some old decrepit lab that hadn't been used in centuries and she'd probably find bones in the closet and---

"Maybe," she sort of agreed, realizing her mental spiral sounded a bit crazy and strange. Her arms wrapped around Euan and she looked up at him, chin pressing into his chest. At least she could trust him not to spread the story about her little catastrophe.

"Maybe I'm stressed," Rebecca repeated, blinking away any other thoughts as she tightened her hold on him.

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-12 01:01 am UTC (link)
"Maybe. Look, I don't have to be your husband to know that you need to take the rest of the day off, all right? That's the first step to getting you better, so -- well, I'm still on my lunch break. Let's go, all right?"

He really didn't want to think about this in depth, so this would just be easier. Outside of the hospital, they could at least pretend that they weren't suffering from some sort of possibly-existential crisis. Euan brought his hand up to the back of her neck and drew her in for a kiss -- to her cheek, since she'd been, ah, vomiting -- before he started to try and urge them over toward the floos.

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-13 01:54 am UTC (link)
She let Euan's arm hang over her shoulders, allowing him to lead her away. Maybe she was stressed out and getting herself sick over it---well, no, she was definitely stressed out, there was no doubt in her mind about that, but what if she was sick and it wasn't because of stress or some stupid bug that was going around? Maybe she was getting herself so worked up and in a panic because she thought that her recent illness could be due to something else but was too scared to try and take another test and feel like a complete and utter failure because she couldn't have kids and---

"What if I'm pregnant?" she blurted, stopping and jerking away from Euan because now she just felt embarrassed for letting out her silly little thoughts. All she was going to do was disappoint him again. Rebecca couldn't even look at him, she felt so stupid for saying it.

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-13 01:59 am UTC (link)
As far as Euan was concerned, there were two paths that she could really take here when it came to Rebecca's ... admission. He worried his lip for a moment as they stopped in front of the floo, glancing over his shoulder back toward the hospital.

"The -- idea has crossed my mind as well. If you want me to, I'll go grab a potion -- before we go home." Because he was still taking her home, there was no question about that. "You know you're just going to keep thinking about it if you don't at least check."

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-13 02:18 am UTC (link)
"I've got one at home," she said quickly, forgetting that she'd pushed herself away from him by grabbing his hand before he could go. She had more than one, she had a drawer full of them, hidden under a concealing spell underneath some old clothes and stuffed animals she didn't think Euan would find any interest in. "I--I can't do it here."

She had to be home so that she can cry again and crawl into bed and feel like she was being punished for doing something wrong. Rebecca had heard her grandmother talking about those 'halfblood genes the girl has to work with' and it completely broke her heart that anyone could think that it was her perfect Euan's fault. There was no fault. It was just purely---it was just ridiculously terrible luck.

"Just--let's go home," she pleaded.

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-13 02:38 am UTC (link)
"Oh! No, of course, I just meant that I could bring one home for you to take there and -- I'm just going to shut up so that we can be in the house." He let her take his hand and then guided her toward the floo, tossing a handful of powder in and announcing their residence. Not too loudly, of course, but loud enough that it wouldn't accidentally send him somewhere queer.

Once he was home, he did what any well-trained husband would and charmed a pot of water to boil for tea before he turned around to help his obviously distressed wife out of the floo. He was feeling the anxiety of the situation too, since -- well, he'd been certain he'd heard something from Rebecca's grandmother about the halfblood genes that Rebecca had to work with, and as much as he knew that it couldn't possibly be his fault he knew it wouldn't stop her family from believing it.

"-- English Breakfast or Lady Grey?"

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-13 11:26 pm UTC (link)
"You pick!" Rebecca shouted over her shoulder, making a beeline toward her well-concealed drawer. She could barely hold down the piece of toast she had three hours ago, she could not even think of taking anything in, especially anything that wasn't going to tell her if she was pregnant or not.

Maybe she should have Euan hold her hand, but Rebecca's mind was too frazzled to care as she rummaged through the clothes and pulled up a vial. She had taken so many of these tests that she was sure her batch was botched, but she'd gotten them replenished and the results remained the same. Rebecca knew that it was only logical to keep testing because how else could she know for sure? She couldn't wait to see her belly growing or for her contractions to start, so...this was just the smart and right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt and caused her chest to heave with nervous breaths.

Rebecca shut her eyes after finishing the test and walked towards Euan's voice, holding it out for him because she couldn't bear to look.

"Euan!" she called out, though she heard his footsteps drawing near already. Rebecca sat on the edge of their bed, leg bouncing rapidly, "What's it doing? I can't look!"

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-14 03:22 am UTC (link)
Once the Lady Grey was set into the pot and the boiling water poured over top (the lavender would hopefully at least calm her down), he headed over to where Rebecca's voice was coming from and peered at the potion. He frowned, taking another few steps toward her so that he could place his hand on her arm.

"It's ..." okay, this was not the answer he wanted to give her, he squinted meaningfully at the potion, as if he expected he could somehow will it to do something. He leaned closer and closer to it and -- almost fell backward onto the ground when it started to spark surprisingly loudly. He didn't remember them being this loud when he heard them around during his practical but -- wait, it was --

"It's sparking!" He could scarcely keep the bounce out of his step as he exclaimed a little louder, "That is, it's positive! Baby! We're -- baby!"

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[info]rebeccas
2012-01-14 04:48 am UTC (link)
That slight hesitation was all she needed. Rebecca's eyes shot open; in those few seconds she had convinced herself that she actually was pregnant and this would be it. But there were no sparks, and Euan's comforting hand on her arm meant that he was getting ready to console her then and----

Rebecca let out a strangled shriek as the vial erupted, bright blue sparks shooting up and all over. Her hands flew up, sending the vial soaring through the air behind her, a loud crash sounding against the wall. She didn't care, she didn't care (though she would later, as she would have liked to save the vial!)! It had sparked, it was still making some noise in the background but she couldn't care about the vial she---Rebecca just shook and screamed and bounced along with her husband, literally leaping into his arms and knocking Euan off balance.

Baby! Baby! BABY! Rebecca kissed his face over and over, unable to express into words how happy she was in this moment and how much she loved him because Euan had been there every step of the way (every step of the way). If she hadn't had his support she would have lost her mind a long time ago, and she was so grateful to have him and to have gotten him back and to now be starting a family with him and--

"Whooops!" she let out as they tilted back into the bed. Her head was spinning!

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[info]notagrapefruit
2012-01-14 04:58 am UTC (link)
Normally they both would've cared about the vial, but right now all that mattered was that their waiting was finally over. He held on tight to Rebecca, tight enough that she was probably going to tell him to stop suffocating her and the baby -- the baby -- soon, but he just couldn't stop wanting to be close to her. He'd actually started to think that after more than a year, maybe they just weren't going to be able to have a child.

Suddenly they were back on the bed, and he rolled so that he was next to her and not crushing her with a broad smile.

"I think we should both call in sick to work tomorrow," he said, not sure exactly how serious he was but willing to at least consider the idea -- it felt like a ridiculous weight was being pulled off his shoulders and he was free to actually joke about some things. "I think we deserve it, and I know we've both got the days banked up."

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