A/N: This chapter is to the fandom members who think ANYTHING should get treated with ambrosia and nectar. (I didn't revise it, so expect anything)

MONDAY, 30th January

"Since I see both you and Jason back in school, I'm assuming that girl's issues were partially resolved?"

Piper nodded, shoving another book into her locker.

"Yeah, Mrs. Jones, the counselor, dropped by on Thursday and spoke with her for... maybe an hour and half? She left, Mac- the girl came down, ate with us in silence and went back to her room."

"Is that an improvement?"

As long as she stops throwing up.

"I'm getting there. Mrs. Jones came back Friday, with the school's nurse, I don't remember her name."

"Bridget."

"Right. She left half an hour later, but Mrs. Jones stayed over two hours in that room. Apparently, they used that time to get Mac- the girl in contact with some distant relatives, family friends and things like that. It's too soon to say, but I think her godmother might be an option? They didn't say anything, it was just something in the way she said her godmother's voice that got me thinking. Of course, she's like three states away, so it might not be that easy."

"What about her physical health?"

"I don't know, they didn't tell us anything. You can try to get some info."

Will's lips scrunched and he shook his head, already knowing it would be hard.

"I'll try, though it'll be tricky. And if I do find out something, you know I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"If, and that's a big if, Bridget tells me something, I cannot gossip about it."

"But-"

He raised a hand to interrupt her, holding her eyes with his.

"Girls, if I can convince her to break her confidentiality, I must offer my own."

"But I want to help her, how can I-"

She was interrupted by the bell and Will patted her shoulder in solidarity.

"You can trust the adults to have that girl's best interests in mind. I don't plan on interfering, it's merely to satiate my own curiosity. Your best option is to ask the girl herself."

***

"Bridget?"

The nurse looked up from her phone and gave him a warm smile.

"Hi, Will, come in. You're early today."

"Sorry."

"You don't to apologize for coming early!"

"No, not that. I heard you visited that girl on Trish's house."

Her expression quickly morphed into surprise.

"How-"

"Trish told me. And I visited her on Wednesday. And Thursday. Mostly, I was there as a babysitter since Trish had to leave for something. Yes, I know you can't tell me anything specific, that you're bound to confidentiality, but I didn't want your evaluation as a nurse, just a general opinion as a human being."

He could see the nurse was smiling in amusement at his attempts to contour her oath, and allowed him to continue.

"When I saw her on last week she was in a rough shape. I tried to feed her, but it didn't work out. Weak pulse, high concentration of acid in her vomit, shivering and sweating. I was tempted to drag her to a hospital myself, for I feared much more of that and she would be risking a miscarriage. I just want to know if you think she's still in time to make a full recovery."

She was silent for so long that he actually though she wasn't going to answer, before she sighed and hung her head, shaking it lightly.

"Only because it's you asking me this, Will, and I know you won't insist on more."

She stood up and stared at him, her eyes telling him more than her mouth could.

"No, in my general opinion the girl I visited hadn't reached the breaking point."

He nodded in thanks and went to wash his hands.

Well, that was vague.

For you, maybe.

You got something out of it?

Yes. She didn't get to the point of no return, which means a miscarriage is unlikely. Still possible, but less likely than if she had crossed that line. Which means that with the right measures, she will easily recover, without having to fear for the baby's safety. Not crossing that line also means that she isn't in such a bad shape as I initially assumed, which is great news.

Wow. I really need to learn how to speak doctor.

Do you want me to explain again?

No, no, I got what you said. I meant I want to get all this info from just a couple of words.

In theory, she couldn't have said those words.

Then how did you get her to say them?

I approached her as a colleague. I told her my own impressions first. High concentration of acid in her vomit means that even as we got there, her stomach had been empty for quite some time. And we both know she didn't eat anything with us there.

Which you also mentioned. Along with weak pulse, shivering and sweating.

All hitting on dehydration and denutrition. And that means...?

It means... that she has been vomiting for more than just that day?

Yes, I would guess at least another day, possible two. I should've asked Piper. Besides, I don't think she had an easy start on her pregnancy anyway. I don't know what put her on Trish's house, but I'm guessing it came with a heavy load of stress. So possibly, her constant vomiting is not a pregnancy problem, but a stress reaction.

Or you hope so.

I hope so.

Then, because of that, Bridget broke confidentiality.

She did give me a... professional courtesy? But it's also about her words. She didn't say 'the girl you're asking about', she said 'the girl I visited' and she didn't explain, she just said 'didn't reach the breaking point'. Breaking point in what? Risking a miscarriage? A trip into depression? Needing an intervention?

But you're sure she was talking about miscarriage?

Because I expressed that my fears were about a miscarriage. She can't elaborate her answer, so I elaborated my question, instead of a generic 'how is she'.

Got it. Damn, you two were almost like spies talking through code.

It was a kind of code.

I know, and I'm really impressed you know how to speak 'doctor' without... you know, being a real doctor. I mean like a graduated, licensed doctor.

I get it. I know I didn't go to medical school, but I do read sometimes, you know?

Yeah, I noticed you're awfully knowledgeable for someone who didn't go to school. Still, why do you read so much? Aren't you dyslexic?

I need to know how to treat the other campers. And demigods get hurt a LOT, and in a lot of creative ways. I got a son of Hephaestus who came in with a hand stabbed with a screwdriver, all the way to the handle. Like, how do you do that on accident? Or one of my siblings whose forehead was dented and I could see the marks from a Pegasus' hoof; it was so detailed that if I had taken a mold of it, I would've been able to cross it and find out which Pegasus was it. Or the first lessons in archery, I swear I have even pulled an arrow that had crossed a Hermes' girl's head all the way through while she's awake and complaining how she didn't want to miss dinner. And don't even get me started to Ares' kids and their ideas of 'fun and games'. I had to reattach more than one limb because they were 'just joking around'. I even got an Aphrodite girl with an allergic reaction to a primer.

I get that these sound serious – except the last one.

It was a prank, just to be itchy, but went out of control really fast. Her face was all swollen and it was progressing to her throat. And she had rashes almost down to her chest.

Ok, maybe even that one; but that's what I don't get. Didn't you say ambrosia and nectar can heal any wound?

And the wrong dosage turns us to ashes. Yes, they help, but we need to be very careful and the effect is not always immediate. A broken bone will be healed, but depending on the fracture it'll take a couple of hours and the bone needs to be in the right place to mend. Sometimes we wash the wound with nectar, instead of making them drink it because it's safer. I'll not give a square of ambrosia to someone who just has a concussion, it makes no sense; but I still need to treat that concussion. Or a sprained finger. A dislocated shoulder. An ear or eye infection because someone thought it was a good idea to scratch it without washing their hands. And there were SEVERAL of those.

I guess your godly blood doesn't stop diseases, huh?

We're less likely to get sick, it's true, but it's not impossible, as we're still half humans. Besides, ambrosia and nectar aren't that easy to come by, we can't use it for any little cut from sword practice; we'd be out of it in less than a week, along with a dozen of ashed campers. You also need to consider that if they were this miraculous-any-ailment-whatsoever-cure, we wouldn't have an infirmary and my siblings and I wouldn't be needed as camp doctors.

Point taken. Ever had a pregnant camper?

Not in my years. Thank gods the only pregnancy I was forced to help was Mellie's and she was a nymph; it was highly unlikely to be problematic.

While that girl...

Needs an obstetrician. I read a lot, but I usually focus on things I might need.

Concussion, infections, allergic reactions. And the occasional sharp object.

Yes. My knowledge about pregnancy is limited at its best. Even that woman at the mall had a quick and unproblematic birth. And that's the only reason we were able to help, because any complication and I would've been rendered useless. I don't have years of med school plus years of residence to compare. By the way, you were very calm through all that ordeal.

Which one? The birth?

Also, but I was thinking about our mystery teenager.

You mean the vomiting? I live alone with mommy. Some time ago, before she started regulating her diet better, she would get a gastrointestinal virus at least once every season, I swear. Of course, she's a grown-up and mostly independent, but even she needed help sometimes.

How was it?

At first? Really disgusting, obviously. I almost added my own to it a lot of times. But after sometime, it stopped bothering me. It was a regular occurrence. Like getting used to periods.

Not getting used to it.

You've been having them for just some months, it's different after you pass a year mark.

I really hope not to be around for that.

I still think it doesn't make sense. It's blood, just like the one you would see if you had a cut in your arm.

It's not the same, the cut in my arm would get closed and not keep bleeding monthly for thirty years or so.

Weakling.

So, how did mommy stop getting her stomach flus?

She started to eat decently. She had just started at this firm and was really giving her blood for it. She would either skip her meals or eat some junk food. Her weight was oscillating, her health was deteriorating and frequently getting sick wasn't helping.

I can imagine.

It was... Claire who insisted I should set a doctor's appointment behind my mom's back. She helped me pretend to be sick so I could bait my mother to her own appointment. I was thirteen, I'm surprised the secretary even took me seriously.

Wow.

Aren't you going to say anything?

Like what?

Like how I could've betrayed Claire when she was such a good friend to me?

You don't need me to tell you this. You've always known. I'm just waiting to see what you're going to do about it.

Just... not yet.

TUESDAY, 31st January

Dana was the last to sit on their table, quickly shushing any conversation and claiming every attention.

"Ok, girls, we need to discuss something of dire importance: who is going to host movie night? It's this Saturday."

Sharon was the first to raise her hand, followed by Sabrina.

"I vote for Will."

"I second that."

Shouldn't I have offered first?

If you're part of movie night, you've already offered your house to any movie night. Unfortunately for you, I offered before you got here.

What about mom?

This won't be the first movie night I host, ok? Mommy is fine with it.

Once the other girls voted and Sharon assured them that Lucy would've agreed, they turned to him.

"Will, it's settled."

"I'm... honored to get unanimity."

Sabrina sighed dramatically, even pouting in the end.

"It's not like we had any other option! You left the squad; we barely get to see you anymore as it is!"

But my presence would be the same...?

Shhh, let them think they got away with that excuse.

Then what's the real reason?

Instead of simply soda, mommy creates some cocktails. I think she was a bartender in college, although she never admitted. Anyway, she always adds a tiny bit of alcohol into it. It doesn't make us drunk, it's just... this warm feeling beneath the skin.

And that's what get them this hyped? Is it that hard to get a hold of alcohol?

It's not hard, it's dangerous. It's something that happened before. I don't think I've told you this story.

I think you haven't told me a lot of stories.

True. Third week of school last year, Chloe and Sabrina were freshman, Lucy still in middle school. I had just joined the squad and was in the clouds. We were invited to a party with the football and the volleyball team. I remember I had a hell of time to convince mommy to let me go, she was afraid it would go all off hand very fast. She was right, of course, just not how I initially thought.

I can see how she'd be worried.

Yeah, parties were a pretty big NO after that night. I tried sneaking out on night and boy, did I regret it.

What happened at that party?

I don't know if the problem was the alcohol in itself, that came from I don't know where; or if it's because someone messed around with it. Still, several people fell ill, including two of our girls. And it was FAST, like less than an hour. The police were notified, parents were called, someone said there was an investigation about attempted poisoning, the principal making a statement... it was a headache for weeks. I don't know how it ended, because they never tell us anything.

Were you one of the girls?

No. I was scared of getting home drunk and being skinned alive. And there wasn't enough time to succumb to peer pressure. Like I said, it was right at the beginning. Anyway, the two girls. Tara, the senior one, recovered really fast, but Lydia, the freshman, was in a bad shape.

How much?

I don't know why she was that affected, but it took her a week and half to leave the hospital and even then, it was clear that the experience had been a little too much. She was forced to leave the squad by her parents. Now that I think of it, she said it was her parents, and no one could blame them; but I wouldn't be that surprised if I found out Vanessa had something to it.

Always pleasant.

Anyway, she later moved away. I think her dad got a new job or something; might have been a lie, though. Dana, Sharon and Bea had already invited us to their movie nights, so we joined and promised ourselves to not drink alcohol we weren't sure it was safe.

What about Halloween?

I know they were crazily happy and might have seem tipsy, but neither Sharon or Dana drank. I admit that Sophia was a bit, but she likely got it from her parents' pantry. And I'm sure Chloe was watching her like a hawk to stop her from getting any suspicious alcohol.

Sounds like a thankless job.

She was best friends with Lydia throughout middle school, the experience left her quite shaken. Even at my house, my mom prepares an alcohol-free cocktail for her, as she hasn't touched a drop since that day.

By the way, I thought Chloe and Sophia weren't part of movie nights.

Sophia isn't, but Chloe absolutely hates horror. For those nights, she switches with Dany. Remember, Sabrina's sister?

Yeah, I do. And this weekend Chloe will come but not Dany.

Yes.

Are you sure you guys have only been doing it for a year? You all seem very in sync.

We were part of the same squad, you know. And we increase frequency during breaks. Obviously not winter's because of Christmas and family. We settle for New Year's Eve.

THURSDAY, 2nd February

As his host had said, their mother had no trouble with the movies night being in their house and they were currently buying snacks and the ingredients for whatever cocktail she planned on creating.

"Have you chosen the movies already?"

"Not yet. There's likely fifty unread messages about it on my phone right now."

"I still think that calling would speed up the process."

That's old people's thinking.

"There's like, six of us. We would need a conference call."

"Or maybe meeting each other at school?"

"We do meet up. But then they talk about other things."

"What about this, normal or light?"

Light, since the flavor is the same.

Will put two in the cart as she suggested, pushing it and joining their mother by the end of the aisle.

"Speaking of other things, did that case that pushed you to reorganize the whole kitchen, bake a whole cake AND paint the living room's wall, got solved?"

"For the worst, but yes. We tried to convince our client that a settlement would be better but alas, he was stubborn."

"Well, too bad for him."

"Do we need fabric softener?"

"I honestly have no idea."

"Hm... it's a good price, maybe we should get a couple just in case. Jasmin or Bergamot and Pearls?"

Jasmin all the way.

"Jasmin."

"Ah, Will, did your problem get solved?"

"What problem?"

"Whatever was worrying you this last week. Is it something school related?"

She noticed?

I'm just praying she didn't find out we skipped classes.

Would she really be mad about it?

Not so much like 'you let yourself be dragged into your friends' messes' but more like 'this should be adult business, why are kids trying to fix it?'. I'm afraid to thing of all the legal problems she would find in it.

"Hm... more like friend related. But yeah, it seems that things are getting sorted."

"Good for them. Can you select some apples?"

"Is it for the cocktail?"

"I'm not telling you, it's a surprise."

I got nothing, but I tried.

Thanks, but I'm not surprised. She keeps the details of her secret life as a college bartender well hidden.

***

They were already home, putting things away when he decided to ask the question his host always dreaded the answer.

"What about Hal?"

"You know I love you right?"

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

This doesn't sound promising...

Get ready to teach me all your survival tricks because I don't think I can live with those two devils.

"Oh, no. Should I be worried?"

Their mother stopped putting away the pasta and grabbed both his hands in hers, holding his eyes with her pleading ones.

No. No. Nonononononono...

"Please understand."

Understand what!? That you're throwing me to the lions!?

"I know that you're my daughter and I love you by default, but you're a nice young lady and was a very pleasant and tranquil child."

Compliments only make you look more guilty, you know!?

"Ok...?"

"Bruno is not very pleasant and Alice is not tranquil."

I know, which is why I will NEVER forgive you! You could've waited until I left for college!

"You don't say!"

"I mean it, Will. I love Hal and will gladly help him in whatever way I can, but I have no rush in joining our households."

He and his host stayed quiet, trying to absorb the words; and only when they saw their mother's mischievous smirk they breathed in relief.

She had me there for a moment, not gonna lie.

"That puts my mind at ease."

Too giddily to someone who almost gave her daughter an aneurism, their mother patted their hand and went back to her previous task.

"Maybe my memory is playing tricks on me since you're already old enough, but I don't think even two of you would've been such a handful as one of them is. I honestly don't know how he does it."

Will climbed the counter to put away things on the top cabinet, much to their mother's dismay about not getting a ladder or even a chair.

Ladder is too far and chair is not high enough, duh. Honestly, I've been doing this for years and she still nags me about it.

"I guess being their father gives him an advantage."

"I understand that he's trying to compensate for their mother's absence and that two are harder to control, but you wouldn't have gotten away with half of what they do."

"If you want, I'll gladly listen to your rants."

"I don't want to prejudice you against them."

Will had to snort at that.

"I already went through a dinner and a party with them; can't say they left a good impression."

"Yes, I saw your face."

I know my mommy, she's DYING to gossip. You just need to put the right pressure.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

She seemed torn for a moment, before shrugging and handing Will tomato sauce to be put away.

"You first."

"Fine. That dinner in our house was a prelude to how annoying Bruno would in New Year's Eve."

Much to his amusement, their mother giggled like a middle-schooler while gossiping and the hours passed quickly, morphing to her reminiscences of a young Will over dinner.

"I didn't think it was that bad to have you so in love with a book. I had read it to you so many times that you had even memorized some of the lines. But then one day you take one look at a cashier, see the wart on her nose, look right into her eyes and declare 'witch'."

Will roared with laughter.

Oh my God, I don't even remember that!

"Or when I introduced you to James - who I had gone to college with - and you asked him if his skin was brown because his mother had put him in the oven."

Honestly, I was a comedian as a kid and I don't even remember it!

"Was he offended?"

"Offended? He called his mother right up and asked you to repeat your question, knowing he wouldn't be able to reproduce it seriously. When I saw him a year later, he was still laughing about it."

"Well, I obviously spoke my mind as a child."

"And tried to kill me by mortification. Do you remember when I took you to the mall to visit Santa when you were seven?"

Oh, this one I remember!

"I pulled his fake beard."

"And them loudly declared to the twenty kids waiting for their turn that he was a fake! Not only that, you wanted to challenge him into admitting the ruse."

"My mommy had told me how important it was to stand up for the truth!"

"Are you blaming me for when you tattle-taled your classmate to your teacher about tasting the birthday cake's frosting with his finger?"

"I think I was mostly determined to get the basic sanitary procedures applied."

"You were six."

Will made a show of considering it, before giving her a conspiratory smile.

"Eh... then maybe I didn't want him to put his cooties onto the cake."

SATURDAY, 4th February

It was after the second movie where they got to the second cocktail Will's mother had prepared.

What do you think?

It's... tasty. I think I like it better than the first one. I don't feel the alcohol but I smell... pineapples, I think?

It's possible, although I don't remember if we bought pineapples.

I can smell it, but not taste it.

It could be an essence oil. You know, like vanilla. I think there was a pineapple one in the cupcake set she gifted us for Christmas.

You know, smell is heavily associated with flavor. A simple test is drinking a juice with the smell of something else. Like orange juice with a straw while smelling pineapple juice. Your brain clashed the memories and you will taste a different flavor.

Really? Definitely on my list for after you leave.

I don't know if you'd noticed, but a lot of times when people offer us something new to eat or drink, one of our first instincts is smelling it.

I usually check as to not smelling like onions.

Yes, because in your experience, your brain likely knows that if it smells of onions, it will likely taste strongly of onions. So, the instinct to smell it is to identify as many ingredients as you can and start to classify it with what you know, so you can guess if it's likely to please you or not. We use our eyes, we poke with a fork to test the texture, we smell again. It's from a survival instinct we have as babies. Fruit is overall a safe bet, so babies are more likely to accept the sweet smell of chocolate than the tanginess of some vegetables.

Even babies know chocolate is a gift from heavens.

Before they could start the third movie, Sharon sat beside Beatrice and took her hands.

"Bea, I need you to keep calm."

"Okay...?"

"We heard a rumor-"

"She means we eavesdropped."

Sharon sent a dirty look towards Chloe before going back to Bea, her body language almost submissive.

What did she do that she feels she need to ask for Bea's forgiveness?

Forgiveness?

I know Sharon, she's feeling apologetically.

"Anyway... huh... I don't know how to say this..."

"Even when you make full recovery, Vanessa has no intention of letting you back to the squad."

"CHLOE!"

"What? You'd just beat around the bush for hours."

"Girls..."

Sharon ignored Bea, standing up to stare down at Chloe.

"You could've been a little more sensitive with your words!"

The other girl also stood up, anger and incredulity on her voice and expression,

"How was I insensitive? I said it nicely! I removing removed all the slurs-"

"Girls, it's okay! I already know!"

All eyes turned to Bea.

She seems awfully calm with it. I'd have thought she would be at least a bit upset. I mean, she just removed her cast and started physio, she should be able to go back in... what?

I'm guessing another three weeks; and even then, taking it easy.

"... you... do?"

"I mean, no one said anything to my face, but I suspected. Emma has a personal vendetta against me from some reason, and Vanessa never really liked me. I could see from the first month that they would use this as an excuse to kick me out."

Sharon sat back, looking almost heartbroken.

I feel bad for her. I was usually her pair and then I left. And she would usually do the tumbling sequence with Bea as her mirror, who's now leaving.

From her perspective, you're all abandoning her.

I mean, there's still Lucy, her main flyer.

Who I'm sure Vanessa doesn't like.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I knew it would make you upset. Will was already out and Vanessa was just itching to kick out Lucy because of her 'company'."

"I mean, I can see it was an excuse, but I admit that, for a moment there, I thought she was right to do it."

Lucy sent a death glare to Sabrina, who smiled sheepishly and avoided her eyes. Bea saw the interaction and chuckled.

"Clearly, her 'company' didn't agree and pranked Vanessa into submission."

That piqued Dana's interest.

"It was them?"

I hadn't thought about it, but I guess it makes sense. Even if that looked more than a two-people job.

"To be truthful, no one ever came forth to claim that hellish day."

Sharon nodded.

"But Bea and I knew Vanessa had threatened Lucy just some days before, in front of them."

"Why didn't we know about it? You could've told us."

Lucy shrugged, not meeting their eyes.

"Same reason as Bea. The tension was already thick enough, I didn't want to start a civil war inside the squad. Besides, a few days and a dozen of pranks later, and she was much more reasonable."

"Did you thank them?"

Lucy laughed in real amusement at this.

"They didn't want my thanks. Actually, when I tried to bait Nanni, he refused to say a word. Truth be told, they don't want to admit that they did it for me."

You know, I had my doubts, but it seems that you were right.

About what?

About sending Lucy in Nico's way. The boys and your friend Hazel seem to have taken a like for her, and she for them.

I think even Frank got dragged into it.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us, Lucy dear?"

Sharing a glance in confusion with Sharon, the younger girl turned to a grinning Sabrina, rightfully cautious.

"... I don't think so? Like what?"

"Oh... things. You know... Like... is there something between you and this Nanni boy?"

"EW! NO!"

"Are you sure?"

Dana was all to eager to jump on the bone.

"To me, that negation sound vehement. Maybe a little too vehement to be true."

"Oh, no! Don't you go there! I already got Sierra threatening to play matchmaker between us and that was traumatic enough!"

Sabrina looked puzzled.

"Who is Sierra?"

I'm asking myself the same. Do we know her?

I don't remember being introduced to a Sierra. Although, the name sounds familiar.

"Niel's... friend. VERY flirty friend."

"I don't think I've met her?"

Lucy let out a dry laugh, her cheeks quickly tinging, her posture uncomfortable.

"Well, you've certainly seen her. She is... something."

Dana sighed longingly, taking a sip of her cocktail.

"I know, I'm still waiting for her to call me back."

"Same."

At Bea's agreement, all the girls turned to her with similar expressions of surprise.

Well... that's new.

The red-head got defensive.

"What!? Is there something wrong with it?"

Chloe was quick to deny with her head.

"Nothing wrong, I just didn't know you played for both teams."

"I don't, but it's Sierra."

Dana set to clarify, followed by Lucy.

"It's the tall girl on track team, coach's niece."

"She has dark skin, green tips on her hair."

At the same time Will associated the identity to the girl he saw Reyna talking with, recognition dawned on Chloe and Sabrina's expression, and it was clear even to Will the glimmer of interest in Chloe's eyes.

"Oooh, so THAT's Sierra..."

"Yep, definitely seen her. Hard to miss."

Chloe nodded to Bea, bobbing her head too many times.

"I totally get it now; I'd be gay for her."

Sabrina snorted, leaning against Dana and stretching her legs.

"Forget gay, I'd even be monogamic for her."

"I'd happily choose a polyamorous with her AND Niel."

A small silence followed Dana's declaration, before Chloe raised her glass for a toast.

"I hear you, sister!"

Except for Lucy, the others raised their own glasses, loudly clinking them and giggling like they had lost control of their mouth. Will peered into his own glass, suspicious.

Is there something in this drink that I don't know of? Should I be worried?

Nah, it's just the added sugar rush. And it's like, 2 am. Nothing worth noting comes after 11 pm.

"I did NOT sign up for this! LA LA LA LA!"

Don't worry, it's mostly bravado. Except for Chloe and maybe Dana, we're all pretty much innocent. I know that Sabrina has kissed a lot, and I mean A LOT of mouths, but nothing beyond that. And I can vouch for Bea on men, but I didn't know about this Sierra business. Lucy, well...

"Why do you insist on keeping traumatizing me!? I knew I should've stayed with Hannah; at least she gets me!"

A/N: Sierra still being a heartbreaker... and the Sierra effect is still very much active, even when she's not consciously using it. If it wasn't clear from the conversation Dana is already out of the closet, as the girls were shocked by Bea's agreement, not Dana's comment. I can see that Chloe is VERY curious and Sabrina is non-monogamic. I believe Bea was experimenting and I have no idea where Lucy is in the spectrum (I know she believes herself to be straight), since she didn't demonstrate any interest whatsoever so far (I mean she could be aro/ace, but I get the feeling that her lack of interest is mostly due to being young and having other priorities, so love life is on a hold).

Morning sickness is quite common but there is something called Hyperemesis Gravidarium AKA Severe Morning Sickness. A woman with SMS throws up several times a day, and along with denutrition and dehydration, is also mess up with your electrolytes, that are used to make stomach acid - which gets wasted before the electrolytes can be replenished and it keeps getting worse. If left untreated for long, it puts mother and baby at risk. As a teenager, Mackenzie's metabolism burns more calories than an adult woman and she's smaller, she doesn't have many reserves. Will's right and Mackenzie do not suffer from SMS, it's merely stress.

Doctor's confidentiality is serious, so the conversation between Bridget and Will is purely fictional. She only has authorization to reveal the info to Mackenzie's parents. My boyfriend can call me and vaguely comment that he saw a patient who had a cancer on her lungs or an arrow crossing his head and he was still conscious and talking (real and he even sent me the x-ray). However, if my own mother goes to him as a patient and he finds out she has terminal cancer and will die in 6 months or less, without her authorization, he can't even mention that he saw my mother - because he saw her as a doctor, not a civilian. The most he can do is convince me to call her and catch up.