The more Karla continued, the more awkward Zed began to feel. Or less awkward, more ashamed. While she was talked, he had put a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, but soon his hand stilled there and he turned his head away, biting his lip. "I dunno... Seventy-two hours since I did it, or seventy-two since I saw a doctor?" He wasn't intending to sound surly, though the mumbled words made him sound that way. He was listening despite not being able to look her in the eye right now. His head had basically come to rest against his shoulder because he was subconsciously attempting to fold more in on himself. He would be a body language analyser's wet dream right now. "It was a woman. Prostitute." Those words were barely audible. Saying them out loud made him feel even more stupid. He didn't think he would have actively sought out a female prostitute, but he was too drunk and trashed to remember how it all went down. The only way he knew was that she got him to a hospital so he didn't drop dead before he paid her for the fuck. He hadn't had a whole lot of cash on him, only cards. She knew this because she searched his wallet. The ER doctor got pissed off once he knew she was a hooker and told her he would call the cops if she didn't leave. For obvious reasons, she hadn't been there long enough to reveal if she was Positive, which is why they performed the rapid HIV test on him.
He shook his head at that. "No. That's a whole other shit pile altogether. It's not..." He stopped, because he didn't know if he should actually keep going with the confession here or not. But he had to tell her he fucked a straight hooker when he was trashed in Vegas, so why not go for the whole nine yards? His head was pounding and he just felt plain sick. Before he continued, he closed his eyes and rubbed them roughly with his fingertips. Wow, her other patients were going to be pissed as fuck that he took it upon himself to suck up all her time ever. He didn't mean to be a pain in the ass, he just didn't know what to do. He was scared and lost, and feeling very alone. "Not foster care. Witness Protection. It's why there was no talk of adoption, because I'm not a ward of the state. I didn't exist before."
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He shook his head at that. "No. That's a whole other shit pile altogether. It's not..." He stopped, because he didn't know if he should actually keep going with the confession here or not. But he had to tell her he fucked a straight hooker when he was trashed in Vegas, so why not go for the whole nine yards? His head was pounding and he just felt plain sick. Before he continued, he closed his eyes and rubbed them roughly with his fingertips. Wow, her other patients were going to be pissed as fuck that he took it upon himself to suck up all her time ever. He didn't mean to be a pain in the ass, he just didn't know what to do. He was scared and lost, and feeling very alone. "Not foster care. Witness Protection. It's why there was no talk of adoption, because I'm not a ward of the state. I didn't exist before."