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The signs that something was off in Carolina's body were subtle at first. It had been five years on Barrayar, five long years caught in a war that felt like it would never end. There were little things that made life easier, like the implanted birth control that kept things from getting overly complicated. It was a standard UNSC issue implant, meant to last for years without any sort of upkeep. It was also the kind of thing that was supposed to be replaced a long time ago.

When the symptoms started it was easy to think it was a bug. The nausea was the worst of it, striking at random and at the worst possible times. Then there were the headaches, the dizziness. All of it combined together painted a picture that didn't look good and then spread out over a long enough period of time that after a point Carolina couldn't keep hiding it. York was the first one to notice something was off, of course. But then Wash and Sonia noticed as well and then it was only a matter of time before she gave in and went to see the medic for something to help.

Turns out that what was ailing her was a lot more obvious than she thought. The diagnosis was unexpected, absolutely paralyzing because it was something she had never really considered for herself. Now... sitting in the tent that she shared with York she tried to figure out how to tell him that she was pregnant. Carolina knew he would be happy; York would be a good father. The problem was her and the likelihood that she would ruin a child just like her father had ruined her.

"Dammit..."

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York had practically had to drag Carolina to the medics himself -- she'd been sick for awhile and stubborn about getting looked at. He couldn't blame her, with the medical technology here being... well. Next to nonexistent, honestly. But he was worried, and then Wash was worried, and then Sonia starting fussing at her so Carolina had finally gone, or so York thought. Because now he's just spotted her going back into their tent.

He tells the guard he's chatting with to hold that thought and slips away, to find her sitting on their bedroll looking deeply troubled. They may not be in a situation where these labels quite fit, but if he were to put it in terms from home, that certainly is not the face you want your girlfriend to make after a doctor's appointment.

"That was quick," he opens with, letting the tent flaps close behind him as he comes over and kneels in front of her. "Must've been simple, so why do you look like the world is ending?"