Thorn was dressed in exactly what she was comfortable in. Her shirt is a dark blue strappy shirt. A pair of black leather pants fit to her legs like like skin. Her boots are leather, black, and ride up to her knees. They're visible through the pant legs because up the sides of the legs is a nearly two inch gap held togather by leather straps with buckles. Not string. Last time she'd warn a pair of pants tied up the side with something as weak as string...well....this was the result. A baby inside her that wasn't Gunn's and a visit to the sort of people she's been avoiding for a very long time. Doctors. You could see the seldom seen tatoo on her upper thigh through the opening, a long-steamed, thorny, fully bloomed red rose. Rose. Thorn. Ha ha.

Her long hair was pulled into a curly ponytail and her prety face had no makeup. In this shirt you couldn't see the scars over her stomach, her breasts, her side. Only the one across her throat, and she was rather self conscience about that. It was paler then her tanned skin, almost white, but very thin. Not as noticable if she didn't wear necklaces, so she stopped wearing them. Her gray eyes looked worried.

She was pacing around the living room, ringing her hands and popping her knuckles, waiting for Gunn to get back. He'd gone to work but wad getting off early to take her to this appointment with his friend the 'don't ask questions and he won't' doctor. You could say she was nervous. Her fingers were shaking at any rate.

When Gunn showed up he was equally nervous. He'd picked a very well recommended and creddible doctor who happened to be Innish, and made sure the doctor knew that Thorn was not innish. As if that didn't make him nervous enough he knew there was no way he could properly prepare Thorn for a visit to an OBGYN, he had only a vague notion of the details of a pelvic exam, Thorn was not going to like this he was sure. At least it was a female doctor.....

He let himself in to find her pacing, he had somewhat expected it. She was dressed like that again, at least it no longer turned him more colors than a sunset when she did.

The first thing he did was go to her to give her a hug. "I'll be right there with you. You ready?" he asked, she probably wasn't on many levels but they really shouldn't put off the appointment. He wasn't completely ready himself.

She let him hug her but didn't hug him back, she was wringing her fingers, between their bodies. She just couldn't stop being nervous and this was what she was doing to keep from chewing her lower lips away. It already had a fresh cut over ths thin scar, indicating she'd already been biting it.

You ready?

She shook her head. "No." She pulled out of his arms and started pacceing again, stopped abruptly and picked up the leather little purse, wallet, little brush, and a gun. Not your normal purse load but...it made her feel safe.

He lets her slip away from him. He expected this to be sure. He knows how nervous doctors make him, and he isn't going to hve a baby. Well I suppose in a way he is, but not lierally.

"We need to go or we'll not be on time. He says softly offering his hand. He isn't sure if she'll take it or if she'll continue hand wringing. He opens the door in spite of the gowing knot in his stomach. He's sure Thorn's scars will earn some comments and that too worries him.

Of coarse once they have made their way to the truck he opens the door for her.

She threw up this morning, twice. She hadn't had morning sickness the entire time, only stress had made her sick, a week ago when she'd found out and then this morning. Stress had never made her sick before, but then, there was stress on top of being pregnant, and perhapes this had something to do with it.

She wrung her hands for a few seconds, then took his hand. But before she locked the door she claimed to have left the light on in the bedroom. Of course, she returned saying she hadn't. Then that she needed to check and see if she turned the oven off from breakfast, which she had. So she's stalling, give her a break.

She accepted his help into the truck, buckled, and preceeded to fidget with every button and knob for the radio before finally huffing, turning it off entirly, even though it was always on, and put down the window and lay her face down on the bottom of it, the wind battering her face, her hands folded tightly between her knees. Then she sat up.

"I want to go home."

Cold feet.

(Knowing what she's in for I'd wanna go home too)

"I know." he answered her in a completely pitiful and sympathetic tone. "But we can see the parking lot now, I think we should charge on ahead having gotten this far."

He parked as close to the door as he could anticipating they would want to leave quickly. He got out walked arougnand helped her as always, though clearly she was still nervous and stresed out. He hoped this would go rather quickly, as he led her into the office.

The receptionist asked them to sign in and so Gunn took the clipboard and did so. Then they found seats in a room full of obvioulsy pergnant women some had children and babies with them. Gunn is the only man present.

The room is decorated in what should be soothing pastels but as Gunn reads an article on child labor he does not find them soothing. He hurridly sets tha magazine down and begins to whistle. Several expectant women give him strange looks. He stops whistling and smiles and waves nervously.

She slouched down into the seat a little, her fingers begining to twist in that same wringing fashion. I think we should charge on ahead having gotten this far. She groaned.

"I think we should go home. Now." The now came out rather weakly and almost questioningly. She really didn't want to do this. While Gunn tried to prepare her for all he knew would come, she really didn't know anything at all. She had no clue what would happen, or how. And she was nervous about the doctors. Especially a doctor. She wasn't comfortable with a female doctor. Even less so with a male. Or maybe it was the other way around. She didn't even know that much.

Up to the point he signed them in, she'd wrung her hands until they were red, then taken one of his and probably held it too tightly for comfort. She watched the other woman, looked at thier baggy old-lady sundresses with a grimace. There swelled bellies with worry and wonder and dropped her eyes to her pant legs.

She didn't want to do this. "Lets go home. Please, Gatt." She even stood up, giving his hand a little tug.

( OOC For the record not all Pregnant Women wear Momo dresses to the Obgyn, I always wore my pajamas, which were hawiian printed and looked rather like hospital scrubs plus my bathrobe which is plaid, shock can be FUN :) )

Just as she stood the nurse leaned out the side door and called her name. Gunn stood also grinning weakly at her and gesturing at the door the nurse was leaning out of. He was not about to let her leave this was important. Besides then her brother would have a justifiable reason to kill him.

She made a sound in her throat that could have been a whimper, the soud a trapped animal makes when the hunter finally shows up. She looked around, a few of the women were staring. She could only imagine what a girl dressed like her with a good looking guy like him was here for. It colored her cheeks a little bit but she slunked in after the nurse, her head down and her body pressed submissivly close to Gunn's.

She clutched his hand tightly, her knuckles turning white, her other hand clutching the purse, her fingers going pale with the nervous grip. She managed a very weak, faltering smile for the nurse.

She was never going to forgive him for this.

Gunn aaready knows she'll never forgive him. It has not even occured to him that the women it the lobby may think they are here for anything more than a routine exam.

First thing the nurse does is GLARE at Gunn. "Sir you should wait in the lobby."

He shakes his head. He promised he's stay with her, no nurse shall command him to go. The nurse continued to glare but said no more and then lead them to a scale. She asked Thorn to take her shoes off and get on it. This of coarse took a little while.

Then the nurse took Thorn's blood presure. Once that was done she Pointed to the bathroom, handed Thorn a cup and then declared she needed a urine sample.

(Yes boys and Girls this really is what happens.....)

Her blood pressure is probably up, and that too took as long as taking those tall laced up boots off. With the boots, she'd have weighed five pounds more. Then the fact that she just couldn't relaxe made taking the blood pressure a little hard since the damned thing wouldn't release because her arm was tense.

Then she was told to pee in the cup and it took her a moment to pry herself away from Gunn. The entire time she'd not said one word, only kept her gray eyes roaming over everything and her lips sealed.

She didn't have to pee. But ten minutes and two bottles of water later she came back and faught herself against grabbing Gunn's hand. She felt like a child getting their shots, clinging to mom and dad's hands. "Should I put my boots back on?" Because whats the point in spending the time to lace the knee high things back up if she's just going to take them off again.

"Uhm no....." he tells her. the nurse shakes her head as well. After all she'll have to change into a gown for the pelvic exam. She only thinks she will never forgive him right now. When all is said and done he might find himself walking home.

The nurse leads them into the exam room once the urine specimen has been collected and indeed tells Thorn to change into the gown. Of coarse a hospital gown is an unimpressive garment. I'm sure as the nurse leaves the room she gives Gunn a (insert sarcasm here)>>>> lovely expression.

Once again this takes some time, and if the first look was unpleasant for Gunn I'm sure the one he gives her when he tells her she needs to take off the underwaer too is a withering one.

She did undress and amazingly didn't have to peel off those skin tight pants. They simply slide off. She wasn't impressed with any of this. And undressing with Gunn in the room made her blush furiously even though he'd seen her nacked before when he'd found her.

The scars, which he hadn't seen since they'd healed enough for her to take care of them herself, were raised just a little, and pale against her dark skin, bisecting her body and running up into her bra, the side was a mound unlike the other one. Her throat was the smallest scar of them all.

She indeed gave him a scathing, half frightened, look when he told her she had to take her underwear off. She was not just nervous now, she'd progressed to frightened. And it showed when her fingers shook and she hugged her arms around the gown, standing with her back aginst the wall, her gray eyes intent and worried on Gunn. She was once again clutching her purse, something to hold, something to squeeze and turn her knuckles white.

"The doctor will want me to leave for this part, you may wantme to leave for this part.....tell me what you want though and that's what I'll do." he said sounding far from thrilled about this himself. "This'll be the worst part, after this they'll let you look at the baby." he told her. Though he had no idea if the idea of seeing the baby on the ultrasound monitor woulc be consolation for anything at this point.

Pelvic exams are not pretty things for Woman who haven't had experiences like Thorn has, for normal women they can be scary and humiliating. These things were sinking in as Thorn stood there clutching the purse looking rather ridiculous and the doctor came into the room.

Of coarse she greeted Thorn, gave Gunn a very strange look and pulled on the rubber gloves.....ick.

She shook her head. She wanted to yell at him and tell him to leave just for bringing her here. For telling her it would be alright. She wanted to slap him is what she wanted to do. But she didn't want left in there alone, not with a doctor she didn't trust to do something that sounded suspicious. And the pictures forming in her mind were very unplessant.

The doctor came in and pulled on gloves and Thorn made that sound again. That 'I'm a frightened animal in a trap I'm about to die' sound. She actually clutched the purse tighter, holding it against herself like a sheild or a weapon.

Maybe the doctor didn't know how scared Thorn was, or that she'd come in here completly unprepaired but she instructed her on what to do and when it began...poor Gunn should have seen this coming, she paniked and slide away from the doctors hands, her hand plunging into the purse and coming out with the gun. She didn't point it at anyone, only curled up against the chair, holding it mekely, staring at the Doctor.

"N..." She's breathing too hard Gunn.

Good thing he prepared the doctor, I should point out the Innish mage doctor. They manage to get the gun away and the doctor backs off. Gunn realizes what's happening and the doctor also seems too. The doctor leaves the room long enough for Gunn to deal with the hypevenhilation issue.

While the doctor is gone he talks to her, and remebers exactly why she didn't report all of this to the police, he'd mentioned doctors and tests. "I Know you aren't happy, I'm sorry, I can't change the way this all works. They have to do this part to make sure everything is how it should be inorder for you to have the baby." He can't even look at her at this point, he knows the exam is necessary, but he knows he should pick her up and carry her out of here right now too.....

The doctor knocks on the door and pokes her head in to see how things are going.
Her brow furrows as she can see, not well.

The guns gone and she feels even more vunerable. She curled into the seat, breathing too hard until she actually does hyperventilate, at which point her instincts take over andshe searches for something to breath into, but Gunn's already taking care of her. Thorn starts to feel a little safer as she calms, her breathing leveling.

She starts to fold into his arms and cry when he starts explaining to her that it's necissary. At which point she pushes him back, away from her, not hard enough to knock him over with his leg, only enough to get him back long enough to crawl over the otherside of the chair and hold herself up, her legs weak.

"You knew?" Not angry. So very pitiful. She acts like the doctor just raped her and Gunn just hit her. Which, in her own mind at this point, is very close to the truth. "That...woman touched me...and you knew she would." She's sobbing at this point. "And you let her." That said when the doctor poked her head in the door and Thorn backed up into the wall away from her.

"And she isn't even done yet, hate me later, hate me now, but don't drag this out." he says softly once the doctor has retreated again. It probably isn't any consolations, but he feels as bad as if he had hit her.

(short blah can't really think of much to convey how shitty he feels)

Her fingers started to tingle, her own magic begining to course, ready to unconsciesly defend herself. She made that sound again, the 'someone kicked the family dog' noise and stared at him from across the seat. She dropped her eyes and glared at it. It looked like some modified dentist chair with two foot rests. Yeah. That helped. Only she hates the dentists too.

Detatchment would be the only thing that got her back into that chair again. Only, last time she'd tried to be detatched, it had gotten her throat cut. But she's not really in danger here. Right? Just touching, not more, not unwilling....

"Can...can I just leave. Now?" Maybe if she has a choice..

"You can't just walk away from this. If it were that simple do you even think I would subject you to this? Don't you think if I could trade places with you I would? (Yes he would, he'd give up his other leg if it were an option) I swear it's going to be uncomfartabel and unpleasant but I won't let anyone hurt you that way." he is very pitiful sounding himself at the moment.

"I wish you said I could." Pitiful. Pitiful pitiful pitiful.

She put her butt on the chair, leaned against it, then finally swung her legs up too. Care to notice her hands are fisted, short nails biting into her hand, she's chewing her cut on her lip back open, and she's got her eyes squeezed shut. She's not stopped crying but the longer she sits there the less she squeezes her eyes closed, the tighter her fists get. Her face gets calmer, empty, but the tears are there.

Ring around the rosie, pocket full of....Hey Rose, it's your song. It ain't Rosie's song. That's a terrible song. Hm. She's detatched now. The very few good memories she has helps her ignor her surroundings, what people are doing to her.

The doctor comes back and completes the exam. She is thorough, but quick. She leaves once it is over. Only Gunn is left.

"We can go now, they don't have to do the ultrasound right now if you want to leave." he is crying, because he did know, and he'd known he couldn't tell her. He feels like he swallowed his own heart and it's churning, burning, and getting all ate up by acid down there. His eyes burn too.

She stopped crying half way through the exam, stopped everything entirly. In fact, she'd held her breath twice. She's out of here entirly. Gone.

Rosie! Stop it! Stop crying. I'm here. Look. He hit me too. Not just you. Ultra sound.

She opened her eyes, still laying where the doctor had left her, the way she'd been left. She stopped chewing her lips, touched her fingers to it. It was bleeding. Her palms were bleeding, but she wasn't crying. She looked at him, crying. She didn't try to stop him or wipe the tears.

"Whats an ultra sound." Demanding, if in a slightly horse voice. "I want to know. Before I consent to anything else I want to know."

So he tells her it does take him a while he's very hoarse. He'll probably have nightmares about her laying dead in the exam room at the Obgyn's office for a long time.

Dead? Because she looked dead?

She nodded. "I can...." She reached out and touched his cheek, wiping the tears but only managing to smear a little blood onto his cheek instead. "I want to see."

Yes she looked dead, that image is burned into his brain now.

"Okay if you want to see. You can get dressed now." His voice is just above the volume of a whisper.

Once she is dressed the ultrasound technician leads them into another room. Once again Thorn get's to lie on a table. This one does not have stirrups. The technician gets all the equipment ready and asks Thorn to lift her shirt off her belly and undo the front of her pants.

Get dressed. It's like the savior angel or something. She got dressed in twice the speed she'd undressed, adjusting the buckle on her legs here and there. Then, clinging to his hand again, she's in another room, staring at another table. Frowning.

At the point where the technician told her to unbutton her pants and raise her shirt she narrowed her eyes, stared at him until he started to squirm, then turned that same gaze on Gunn. But if he said that this one wasn't bad, she believed him and folded back the leather of her pants and pulled up the shirt to show scars.

She watched Gunn while the doctor put the gel on her still very flat and scared stomach, flinching under the cold breifly. She managed another meak smile for him.

This one really isn't bad. IT's hard to make out the baby until the technician messes with the contrast and brightness for a few minutes. It had been easy to find the baby though, sometimes it took a few minutes to home in on one. The fetal noises filled the room with wooshing noises while they got to hear the baby and the mother's heart beats. Gunn helf her hand. The technician printed out a picture of the baby.

She jumped at the noises, looked around with wildly frightened eyes until she realized it was their sounds. Her and the baby. Holy shit. Her fingers started to tingle again, this one wasn't her. This one was Dan. He wasn't probing around at Gunn this time, he was diregaurding him completly. He was poking around Thorn, carfully.

She stared at the screen and squeezed his hand tighter, leaning forward and touching the screen with her finger. "Thats..." she doesn't sound scared anymore. Or worried, or nervous. Just awed. "That's in me. That's....look Gatt." She looked up at him and she was crying again.

"I know" he tells her. His own hair is standing on end, Viv's shield just dropped off the face of the earth. He schooled his face. If anything had been done to his sister by Thorn's prick of a brother.....then it was back but weak.... too weak to do more than establish for Gunn that she was alright simply over extended. Then she fluttered out again. He relaxed a little not a damned thing he could do about it at the moment.

So he looked at the picture the tech ahd given them and passed it to Thorn once the tech finished toweling off the ultrasound goo from Thorn's tummy. "Fisrt baby picture." he told her softly.

She pulled the picture from his hand with slow hands, completly ignoring the technician while he wiped her stomach clean and pulled her shirt back down. She set the picture on her stomach breifly to sip her pants up and then picked it up again, sitting up and fawning over the picture.

She finally looked up at Gunn, leaned forward, and pressed her face against his chest, crying. She stayed like that for a minute, wiped her face back and forth on his shirt, drying the tears on his chest. "I wanna go home."

"Okay we can go, we have to come back in a month but not for the same stuff, more ultrasounds, weigh in, and those things. I have to pay before we go." he tells her holding her there. He really hasn't had a very good day. Seeing Thorn lie there half dead, and then something was wrong with Viv.....He wanted to go home too.

She nodded, followed him clinging to his hand again and shying away from every doctor they walked past. While he payed, she stared at the picture more. She felt half gone, normally she'd have told him no, that she'd pay, now she just stood there, fawning over the picture.

If she wasn't sure she'd keep the baby before, this made the decision final. In the truck, she stared out the window for a minute, then reached over and took his hand, despite the fact that he usually drove with both hands on the wheel. She wanted to hold his hand, he was out of luck.

He drove a little slower and it does make him nervous to drive like that. It's a good thing she'd been engrossed with the little picture she might have fainted at what it had cost him to pay for that in cash.

He was glad when he could see their street and he actually drove at normal speed from then on. He parked and got out, locking his door then walking to hers. She'd already taken off her seat belt and started to open it when he reached her. He pulled it opened the rest of the way, and scooped her out into his arms before she got ideas about climbing down. He locked her door and then puched it shut while still holding her and then he carried her up to the apartment. He really did feel aweful.

She frowned, stiffined, frowned, then relaxed a little bit in his arms, holding the picture in one hand, her arms around his neck, trying to make it easy for him. "Gatt, doesn't this hurt you? I can walk, I'm not broken." She squirmed once but recalled that that would just make it harder for him and instead took the keys from him and busied herself with finding the key and unlocking the door.

He put her down inside and she went immediatly to the refridgerator and put the picture up with a magnet, right in the center. Then stepped back a step, looked at it, rubbed her arms. She smiled. Content again. It seemed that everything that had happened in that office was forgotten. Really it was. Everything past the detatchment had been compeltly ignored, detatched and ignored.

"Love you, Gatt."

"It hurts me to do it all the time or get you off the ground or floor. This isn't bad.." he'd answered while he carried her.

When they were inside he watched her put the picture on the fridge. Too bad detachement isn't one of Gunn's strong suits. He'll remember how terrified she was for the rest of his life. How still and dead looking she's been, it's why he'd carried her. He needed to feel how alive she was. "I love you." he told her. He still had Viv to worry about. He couldn't sense her again.

"mm," she'd mumbled to his explination about it not hurting if it was a seldom occurance. She stood in front of the picture for a few more minutes, leaning back against the cabnit. Then she turned her head and looked at him, his hands folded behind her back. She frowned again.

"Are you alright?" He didn't look alright, he didn't seem alright. "Come here. Look." She smiled and without realizing it, she touched her stomach, played her fingers across the flatness, soon not to be.

"I'm pretty tired." he told her though he did look with her. Truth be told he was exhausted, simply emmotionally rung out after that ordeal. "I'm gonna lie down." he said. He moved away rubbing his temples.

She frowned, her eyes following him as he moved away from her, rubbing his temples. She glanced one more time at the picture then followed him. She watched him rub his temples and began to worry that something more was wrong. She suddenly felt very guilty and hugged him from behind, her arms around his chest and her face against his back. "Can I lay with you or do you want me to go away?"

It's the same question he always asks her. 'Or do you want me to go away'

"Come." he says though he seems unsure where he's going couch or the room. He stops and turns to face her, "Where do you want to go.....me to go?" he asks her. Circles have formed under his eyes. He stops and leans on the wall while he waits for her to tell him.....his eyes flutter for a minute, "I don't want you to go away, don't go...." something else he always tells her.