Anti

*She's been in there for ten minutes now. You wanted to take a shower, but you were well aware that she might be sick. You knock on the door, and you hear a groan of acceptance. You walk in, and Anti is on her knees, wearing your jacket. On the sink, she had placed something there. You grabbed it. A pregnancy test. Positive. Anti threw up again and coughed before glaring at you.* "Dumbass..."