He never wanted to feel this feeling again. And Frank couldn't exactly describe what it was like, just that--- he didn't like it. Not exactly anxious, but he wasn't completely calm (hell, how could he be calm?). And, not sick feeling but, he was definitely sure his head was able to start spinning at any moment. And it wasn't even that--- whatever happened would be whatever would happen. He surely didn't feel like he was ready to be a father (oh--- fuck, okay now he was fairly sure his head was starting to spin), but if that was the way it was then... okay. Okay.
Okay.
He still didn't feel better about this.
And--- nugh, it didn't help that Alice looked so upset, which made him worry more because she was. Frank took a deep breath again, somewhat thankful that she was more focused on the vial than him (though his hand...). He almost didn't notice that it started to change color, but when it did, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Wait--- what did silver mean! Silver could mean anything, anything at all! It should tell you specifically, in big bold red letters! Alice was long lost under her blanket, making it just very hard to simply ask her. But he had to, didn't he? He had to---- know.
"Is that.... good?"
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