Lina's POV - Pharmacy, Morning After
The pharmacy is bright and clinical and completely overwhelming to my hungover brain. Diego stands beside me as I approach the counter, my hands shaking so badly I can barely hold them still.
"I need the morning-after pill," I say quietly to the pharmacist. "Please. It's urgent."
The pharmacist looks at me with practiced professionalism—she's seen this a thousand times before. She asks questions about my last period, my allergies, any medications I'm taking. I answer mechanically, my mind still spinning from everything that happened.
When she hands me the pills, I feel a wave of relief wash over me. This will prevent it. This will make sure I don't carry his child inside me. This will give me at least one small measure of control.
Diego waits outside the pharmacy, and when I emerge, he immediately pulls me into his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asks, holding me like I might break.
