Natasha's sudden change of voice had Clint startle, wince inside, because it was so not what he had expected. For a moment he was sure that she would tear that sheet in his hands and tell the doctor not to be an idiot. Of course they would be here next week because everything else was madness.
And why not? She had told him, she didn't - couldn't - want the child and now... Now... The hand not holding hers had started that death grip around his elbow again, and faintly he realized he was drawing blood. A good sensation. A real sensation, something that was actually there, unlike his own mind that was floating somewhere under the ceiling.
She didn't say it. She asked, again, and he didn't know why. Part of him wanted to scream at her to stop, stop acting like this was suddenly a thing. They had decided that it couldn't be, right? No need to even think about it because...
But that wasn't true, he had wanted to go sure. And now he couldn't seem to remember why. That one word kept on repeating itself in his head - fetus, the fetus, it was alright, the baby was alright - but he couldn't really make any sense of it. A baby? When had they started about having a baby? And why didn't he stop it at once?
He probably should be glad Natasha had taken over the talking. Right now he couldn't even remember how to ask for a cab in Italian.
"I can see how your doctors came to that conclusion", Tomasini meanwhile answered, in a casual tone as if he wasn't talking about one of the worst things in Natasha's life. Of course he didn't know, for him they were just a normal couple and Clint already admired the man. If he was surprised that they were not dancing and laughing, now that they knew they had been wrong about certain things, he didn't show. "The internal scarring is severe. You've got some pretty active swimmers there, Mister."
You should have seen my vitals two years ago, Clint thought dully. But not even the guilt, the anger about his own laziness to check on such stuff, couldn't make it through that choking cloud of panic growing by the second.
"But scarring like that seldom reaches the uterus. Your organs are intact, and your blood results I have here show no abnormality at all. I don't see a reason why your body should reject the baby if it hasn't so far. No one can guarantee you a whole safe journey, woman like you who have gone through this know this more than anyone. But if you ever had the wish... Now is the time to think about it."
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Date: 2014-06-17 09:39 pm (UTC)From:And why not? She had told him, she didn't - couldn't - want the child and now... Now... The hand not holding hers had started that death grip around his elbow again, and faintly he realized he was drawing blood. A good sensation. A real sensation, something that was actually there, unlike his own mind that was floating somewhere under the ceiling.
She didn't say it. She asked, again, and he didn't know why. Part of him wanted to scream at her to stop, stop acting like this was suddenly a thing. They had decided that it couldn't be, right? No need to even think about it because...
But that wasn't true, he had wanted to go sure. And now he couldn't seem to remember why. That one word kept on repeating itself in his head - fetus, the fetus, it was alright, the baby was alright - but he couldn't really make any sense of it. A baby? When had they started about having a baby? And why didn't he stop it at once?
He probably should be glad Natasha had taken over the talking. Right now he couldn't even remember how to ask for a cab in Italian.
"I can see how your doctors came to that conclusion", Tomasini meanwhile answered, in a casual tone as if he wasn't talking about one of the worst things in Natasha's life.
Of course he didn't know, for him they were just a normal couple and Clint already admired the man. If he was surprised that they were not dancing and laughing, now that they knew they had been wrong about certain things, he didn't show.
"The internal scarring is severe. You've got some pretty active swimmers there, Mister."
You should have seen my vitals two years ago, Clint thought dully. But not even the guilt, the anger about his own laziness to check on such stuff, couldn't make it through that choking cloud of panic growing by the second.
"But scarring like that seldom reaches the uterus. Your organs are intact, and your blood results I have here show no abnormality at all. I don't see a reason why your body should reject the baby if it hasn't so far. No one can guarantee you a whole safe journey, woman like you who have gone through this know this more than anyone. But if you ever had the wish... Now is the time to think about it."