“Let me out of here! Now! No… no, please! No no no NOO!!!”
Yeah. I just finished Bendy and The Ink Machine, and now I’m completely obsessed with INK!! Soooo yeah… I just made a sketch of Edward being tortured with ink. I know, I know, I’m a terrible person. Love you ^-^
“I… I don’t understand.. why can’t I just deliver my babies..”
“Ms. Hatch, one of the babies is breech and with twins, that would get dangerous very quickly. Cesarian is the our safest option.”
“I’m.. I’m scared, Elliot,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“You’ll be okay. You’re in good hands, okay? Dr. Nash knows what she’s doing. You’ll be okay. The babies will be okay. You’re strong, you know that right? It’ll be okay, Sonia,” he said, feeling like a broken record; he was trying to calm his own nerves as much as hers.
“I’m… I’m gonna be a mom….” she muttered, her eyes beginning to flutter. Elliot looked down at her and smiled, squeezing her hand in his.
“The medicine must be kicking in,” Dr. Nash stated, “Mr. Ivy, you’ll have to wait in the waiting room. I’ll let you know as soon as you can see her and she can have guests. You’re right– she’s in good hands. It’ll be over before you know it. You ready to be a father, Elliot?”
How did you know?! How? On Monday, I decided to get a new therapist. Tuesday afternoon, I chose her. Wednesday morning, I booked today’s session. Now, today is Friday. So two weeks ago, two weeks before you were abducted at gunpoint and brought here against your will, over a week before I even thought of coming here, you knew exactly where you’d need to be picked up for lunch?!
While staying over at the Maheswaran house for the weekend, Steven and Connie accidentally fuse right in front of Connie’s parents. Stevonnie is so rattled by the incident that Steven and Connie are unable to separate, leaving them fused for the foreseeable future. While Stevonnie awkwardly tries to avoid the Maheswarans, Doug and Priyanka eventually affirm that they’ll always be proud of their daughter, even if they don’t really understand fusion yet. Steven and Connie un-fuse just in time for dinner.
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