Timeless

Chapter 28

A/N: This chapter may be my meanest yet....so that being said, good luck??

In late October, Kathryn Egan had fallen into a monotonous pattern of living. She barely interacted with anyone besides the nurses and maybe DeMarco if she was in a good mood. She did not speak to her brother and she did not speak to Buck. They didn't speak to her either. It was preferable this way, to the pain of constantly fighting with her brother or trying to drag Buck into the situation somehow.

That month had been hellish, in and of itself. But she had survived it. Survived the harassment of the SS Officers and had somehow made it through it all. They had all kept their heads down, kept working, kept doing what they were told to do.

But on one particular morning, Kathryn Egan had something grim occur to her that hadn't before. She was sitting there and eating breakfast when she realized that out of everything she hadn't accounted for, it was the possibility of pregnancy.

And the fact of the matter was that she could, very well, be pregnant. They all could. It had been just over a month. And it was true, none of them had had a period in the months they'd been on the front, but this was different. They wouldn't be able to know until they were growing or there were surefire signs.

Sitting there, Kathryn felt like she wanted to throw up. Evidently, her face had blanched enough for Annie to lean forward. "What is it?" She whispered.

"Monthlies," Kathryn was barely able to whisper the word above her breath.

Almost immediately, the entirety of the table of nurses froze at the concept. Because evidently, none of them had been thinking about that either. But here they were—and it had happened to all of them. They just had no way of knowing.

After the grim realization, Kathryn and the other women gathered in the cabin mid-day, trying to come up with some sort of way to figure it out. Because for Kathryn Egan, she thought that this would not ever be a problem she would have to face. It was horrifying, thinking about pregnancy in this context—

This wasn't about Becky, who had married someone that she loved and had a sweet baby boy back in London. This wasn't about Poppy and her insane forms of contraception to stop herself from falling pregnant with just some random guy's kid. No, this was a group of women who had survived something awful and were now trying to figure out if there would be further fallout from the entire thing.

"What about the wheat thing?" Tina questioned, blurting the words out and breaking the silence of the women.

"The 'wheat' thing?" Kathryn questioned, narrowing her gaze. "We don't have wheat."

"A uroscopy." Annie stated.

"A what?" Beatrice's eyes went wide.

"We test the urine," Annie crossed her arms, leaning against the door firmly. "We have access to needles and we can see if it rusts red or black. Then we'll know."

"There's still the matter of if we are," Inez murmured into her hand. "Then what?"

"Then we're screwed," Tina mumbled back to her.

"No—" Kathryn just let out a huff of air. "We can't spiral about this when we don't know. We just need to do the test and figure it out later. We'll worry about that if anyone actually is."

"They won't let us live," Maggie said, shaking her head. "You know that as well as we do, doc."

"It's not an option," Kathryn's voice came out as hard as steel. "So we'll figure it out."