She closed her eyes and tried to focus on his soothing touch and voice, but her stomach kept turning, threatening to rebel again. “Okay,” she accepted the offer of tea, willing to try most anything natural at that point.
For a moment she thought about talking to Angelina, but that old superstition and fear held her back from even suggesting it. Really, though, would it be so bad? The woman had already figured it out on her own, so how different would it be asking her for help rather than a doctor? It wasn’t the same as announcing it to family and friends. Which also brought to mind the phone call she knew she had to make today. She had promised to check in and keep Fury updated, and if she waited much longer for that first update he would no doubt track them down.
Groaning, Natasha flopped back onto the bed and tried to curl up into a ball under the thin sheet, a shiver running through her whole body. She hated to ask for help, it wasn’t something she had ever gotten used to, even with Clint, but it was high time she sucked it up and let him do what he could. Why make it harder on herself and deny him from helping, which he so clearly very much wanted to do. “Before you go, could you throw me some clothes?” she asked awkwardly.
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Date: 2014-11-06 09:14 pm (UTC)From:For a moment she thought about talking to Angelina, but that old superstition and fear held her back from even suggesting it. Really, though, would it be so bad? The woman had already figured it out on her own, so how different would it be asking her for help rather than a doctor? It wasn’t the same as announcing it to family and friends. Which also brought to mind the phone call she knew she had to make today. She had promised to check in and keep Fury updated, and if she waited much longer for that first update he would no doubt track them down.
Groaning, Natasha flopped back onto the bed and tried to curl up into a ball under the thin sheet, a shiver running through her whole body. She hated to ask for help, it wasn’t something she had ever gotten used to, even with Clint, but it was high time she sucked it up and let him do what he could. Why make it harder on herself and deny him from helping, which he so clearly very much wanted to do. “Before you go, could you throw me some clothes?” she asked awkwardly.