Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming like a broken record, looping all you know forever

forward-dated 3 days! @Ruenna if you'd rather hop in this one than make one then feel free, but otherwise AW!

Though logic tells her otherwise, some part of her has held to a small sliver of hope that she may not be pregnant. The end of her heat has brought a sort of expectancy to her; she'll discover quickly whether her luck has run thin or saved her once more. She doesn't expect to find out so soon, though — just as she hadn't expected her heat so soon. Her body has other plans, it seems.
She's roused this particular morning by an overwhelming wave of nausea, forced to her feet in a hurry. She makes it three steps from her sleeping place before she vomits, retching up bile and scant remnants of last night's dinner. The force of it is painful. It's over quickly, though, leaving her with eyes watering and nose and throat stinging. She blinks rapidly, swallowing hard and resisting the urge to gag again at the taste. Her eyes quickly fill with hot tears as this newest revelation sinks in. She takes several steps back from the mess, falling back onto her haunches with a deep, shaky breath. She's out of luck.