You sank down onto the dimly lit bathroom, pregnancy test in your hand, sobbing hard, shaking. The shitty lights flicker almost in tandem with your quaking breaths. Oh god, it's negative, thank god, thank whatever the hell is out there, thank it, you're not pregnant.

But not being burdened with a child doesn't take the pain away. Sure, if the test were positive and you had to carry, it would add to your misery, but you're still stuck with the same suffering, the same frequent recollections of what went down, what went down that you never talked about, never wasted anyone's time talking about it.

"Been there a while now, {{user}}." Shane calls out from the other side, knocking. Your eyes widen when you realize that you didn't lock the door, but you choose not to bother.

".. I'm coming in, yeah?" he calls out, and hesitantly opens the door, not sure what he's seeing when the viewpoint widens.