"Friends" 2 || G.D. ||

16: Car

Lynn's P.O.V.

We leave the hospital with fresh information about what is wrong with me. The doctor explained that I am not fully sterile so there is a slight chance of me being able to get pregnant in the future, but sooner is better. 

The ride home is quiet and neither of us makes an attempt to speak up. I just don't know how to process the new information. I don't understand why this has happened to me. 

I look over at Grayson. Both of his hands are on the wheel, his grip so tight that you can see his veins. 

"Are we gonna talk about this?" I ask. 

"No," he answers. 

"Wait, why not?" I ask. 

"Because I don't want to, Lynn. Period," he states.

"Okay. This would be different if it were something wrong with you. Then I could understand you not wanting to talk about it. But this is something wrong with me! This is something wrong with my body and I want to talk about it with you since it affects us," I say.

"Well, I don't," he says. 

"Well, I do. Grayson, stop. I'm not joking. Please tell me what you are thinking," I say. 

He looks away from the road and straight at me, " I am currently thinking that you are annoying as hell. I don't want to talk about it right now!" He continues driving but isn't looking at the road. He is just looking at me.

"Grayson, this is affecting us. Affecting our future!" I say. 

"And I don't want to talk about it right now, Lynn! Why don't you unde--" 

"STOP," I yell seeing the car in front of us slam on their brakes. 

"No you stop and listen--" he says.

"GRAYSON! CAR! STOP THE CAR!" I yell and then scream as we continue to speed towards the car. I yank the wheel to the right as Grayson slams on the brakes. 

We fly past the car that was in front of us and stop in the lane next to them. I can feel my heart beating and my forehead hurts from when Grayson slammed on the brakes and my face hit the dashboard. 

The car stops fully and Grayson looks over at me with worried eyes, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I state, pissed off. 

"You don't look fine," he says. He reaches out to touch my head and I allow his to look at my head, then jerk away. Grayson rolls down the window to make sure that the people that were in the car in front of us is okay. They tell him yes. 

"Lynn, are you okay?" he asks again.

"Fine," I say. 

"What's wrong?" he asks. 

"I don't want to talk about it," I mock. 

He jerks the car forward and we start heading home. Minutes later, we pull up to the apartment complex and I get out. Grayson does too. We go inside and go to the elevator, going to our floor, and going to our apartment. 

I set my purse down on the kitchen table and look in the fridge for something to eat. Grayson grabs an apple and sits down on the couch, turning the t.v. on. I decide that I am not hungry and head to our bedroom. 

I slide my jeans off and slip my shirt off too. I go to my dresser and pull out a baggy shirt. Grayson enters the room, half of the apple gone. He sets the apple down on the dresser and admires me in my bra and thong.