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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

[Well, excuse Angela for attempting to be nice. See if you ever get another compliment from her, Cameron.

And coming back to the clinic might not be done when she has a friendly doctor living right next door. He'll check Angela out in exchange for smoochies from the dog. Or maybe not. He'll probably do it for dinner and/or other lovely prizes.]

Like what?

[Please don't say the shot. Please don't say the shot. Angela has a thing against needles-- they don't like her and she doesn't like them. If she can avoid them at all costs, fine with her.]

[What can she say, sometimes trying to be professional backfires. She does feel a little bad. She might feel a little less bad if she knew about those doorprizes. Rare as the evidence is, Cameron is human, after all.]

A different combination of hormones, to start with. Though there are also implants, the patch... the Nuva Ring, Depo-Provera injections. A few other options.

[She shrugs lightly.]

But as long as you use the pill correctly-- take it at the same time, every day-- most women don't have any issues with it.

[Well, knowing what Robert told Angela about her having zero interest in him, Angela wouldn't even expect Cameron to have any sort of emotion towards it.]

No injections. Hell no. I'll go for celibacy first.

[Yeah, like that'll ever happen. The slim odds of Angela sticking to a promise like that is why she's here in the first place. No self control, no celibacy.]

So that's it? I can go and spend the rest of my lunch hour finding something close to edible in the cafeteria?

[Chase has the unfortunate advantage of not knowing how disastrously their non-romance ended. And with it, the advantage of not realizing quite how crazy she is, when it comes to that.]

No shots, then, even if the pills don't work.

[She smiles reassuringly.]

You're good to go.

Awesome.

[Angela slides off the table with enough force to make the paper protective liner crinkle loudly. She tugs on her sweater before stepping over next to Cameron, grinning, one hand on her hip and the other outstretched for the prescription.]

See you around?

[She's gotten off on worse feet with other people. No need to be nasty to the doctor in the future.]

[She hands it over with an answering smile. Well, maybe things aren't hopeless.]

Definitely. And if anything comes up, just let me know.

Sure thing.

[The slip of paper is stashed into her pants pocket and she's out the door with a wave.

A beat passes before Angela sticks her head back into the room to leave Cameron some parting words.]

Oh, by the way, punch House for me.

[She looks up at that, and laughs.]

I'll try to remember.

[House is potentially the only employer who wouldn't automatically fire her for it, after all.]

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