1. Learning the Truth
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This was not…no!
She was positive for Huntington's.
Her mind was screaming, her head reeling, overloaded with feelings: Hate for her misanthropic, bastard boss, anger at herself for agreeing to do the damn test, horror of what was yet to come, profound sadness and a void in her heart not even to be filled with her previously mentioned boss's huge ego.
Great, 4 of the 5 stages of grief at once, just great.
The longer she stared at the dooming words, the more she freaked out, so she did what she always did when she was afraid of reality: she sought relief in an abyss of lies.
The test has to be wrong. I made an error, the lab made an error. I'll just forget about this and live my life like I always have. Nobody has to know I was foolish enough to screw up my own test for Huntington's.
Walking through the emptied halls of the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, Dr. Remy Hadley shredded the paper with the truth which would eventually bring down her walls of lies.
Already thinking about drinking the largest amount of tequila she could possibly survive, she mindlessly tossed the pieces of the offending test into the nearest trash can she found.
What she didn't notice was the person who had been watching over her since she left the lab.
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Dr. Eric Foreman, 2nd for the job of egoistical bastard, had always had an unhealthy way of meddling with people's private affairs. This had driven him to stay out of them and eventually not to care. But Hadley genuinely interested him. Frustratingly, she was such a neat box of secrets that apart from her being bi, he hadn't been able to find out much about her.
So when he saw her go into the lab with a face as pale as death and go out with a shocked expression, he decided to follow her.
Finally, a weak spot! Maybe I'll be able now to find out more about her. It's not like she'll break down if I push her a little, she's tough enough to handle a bit questioning.
When he was about to call her name, and start a conversation which would have been deathly for him, he saw her toss a torn document into a trash can.
What was that for? Okay, let's see: shall I talk to her or search through the trash can and put the pieces back together?
He grabbed the trash can after reassuring that she was out of sight and nobody else was watching him. Turning it over he let out a relieved sigh at finding out that the paper was the trash cans only content.
Let's see, is she pregnant? Maybe she has an STD? Here, she's positive for………holy…!
A/N: Okay, this is one of my first fanfics and I'm so not sure if there are any fans of Thirteen out there….please, if you read this review, I'd really, really like to know what you think!