[Well. In any other circumstances this would be utterly fucking mortifying and she would probably mumble her way through it with her eyes pinned to the floor, but right now she's at a level of emotional exhaustion that precludes shame.]
I need a shot of naltrexone. And a levonorgestrel pill. Please.
[There's still something a bit overly descriptive about the phrase 'morning after pill' that her mind's skittering away from, though.]
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I need a shot of naltrexone. And a levonorgestrel pill. Please.
[There's still something a bit overly descriptive about the phrase 'morning after pill' that her mind's skittering away from, though.]