𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. XII - 《messenger of good will》

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After the dispute and her pity party, the last thing Diana wanted to do was face her family. It was all too fresh. They'd figure out something was wrong in just one look.

She sat on the field for a little while, watching the wispy clouds fly by. When the heat became too much, she stood and left.

"Hey, Diana," a feminine voice sweet like honey called out. Amy. Her blonde hair plus white shirt hurt Diana's eyes at first glance. She was so pretty.

Diana raised a hand in greeting and mustered a smile. There was nothing wrong and she was fine. Her internal monologue repeated that mantra over and over. "What's up?"

Amy smiled in return and fell in step with Diana. "You going to your post?"

Diana nodded and lifted one shoulder. "Gotta do something, right?"

"Yeah... About yesterday..." she started. Diana knew where this was going.

The day they'd arrived at the Quarry, Dale had kindly lent her some space by his RV and helped her set up her medical office, if one could call it that. He'd then introduced her to Amy and Andrea.

Andrea had been friendly but seemed skeptical of her. It was understandable, Diana was a practical stranger, one she didn't want interacting with her little sister. Diana could relate. That didn't mean she wouldn't win her over.

Amy had been more willing to talk to her. She'd attempted some small talk, but Diana's ineptitude with chit-chat shut down the interaction pretty fast. She still felt guilty about it. She remembered how sad and let down Amy had looked. And how cornered she had felt.

Anyway, the next day, Amy had come to her again. This time as a patient. She'd been having weird cravings and her period was two weeks late. She'd been on the verge of freaking out and didn't have anyone to talk to about it. She'd been scared to talk to Andrea about it, afraid of how she'd react.

So Diana had listened and comforted her as best as she could. She didn't know much about pregnancy because she'd worked and studied in a rehabilitation clinic, after all. She tried dispelling her fears, but (really,) there was nothing she could say to definitively take away Amy's every doubt, so she'd been kind of useless. It was an awful thing to be.

Amy looked around them in conspiracy and leaned in. "I got my period this morning."

"Congratulations!" What did you say in such a situation? "I told you there was nothing to worry about." Diana patted her upper arm.

"I know, it's just, the time window fit. I didn't come for a month and a half, it was totally inside the lines. Mike and I... well, the time fit."

"Well, good..." This was very awkward. She didn't want to discuss Amy's sex life as a 'civilian'. "I'll be sure to write that down."

"Thanks for yesterday. I was totally paranoid."

"I get that."

"Pregnant! I mean... That would've been..."

"Yeah..." Diana pursed her lips and nodded tersely.

They arrived at the RV. Amy's look was expectant, as if she waited for Diana to elaborate. Diana had no freaking clue what there was left to say.

She pointed at her station. "Well, I gotta..."

"Oh, yeah- yeah, I understand. Thanks for talking me down and everything." Amy nodded with a kind smile. "It was nice of you to listen."

"No problem, it's... it's what I do." Diana gave her a tight-lipped smile as she propped her bow against the RV, next to her table.

"I'll be sure to pop by for a chat sometime soon."