Hannah: pacing Wh-Wh-What are we g-g-going to do? This is c-c-crazy! He's the f-f-father for b-b-both?
I know it’s crazy but we can’t know him yet
stops pacing, looks at medicine with a determined expression Well, we better start figuring out how to handle this mess before it gets any messier.
grabs her hand let’s sit down
pulls her hand away, glaring I don't need your fucking guidance, Medicine. I can handle this on my own.
grabs her arm listen I’m helping you there’s no way I’m letting you deal with this alone
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Fine, but don't expect me to take orders from you. We're in this together, and I won't let you control me.
smiles okay I know you like to be in charge just tell me what to do
takes a deep breath, thinking Alright, first things first. We need to gather as much information as possible about this guy.
starts rummaging through her phone I've got a few contacts who might have some dirt on him.
dials a number Yo, D-Mon, it's Hannah. Listen, I need you to dig up some dirt on a mutual acquaintance of ours.
listens intently Yeah, I need his criminal record, associations, the whole nine yards. You know the drill.
looks at her phone your sister called me again
snatches the phone from medicine's hand, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, great. Just what we needed, another one of Joan's "concerned" calls.
Joan reveals that she is also pregnant with the same man's child
slams the phone down on the table, her face turning red with anger Are you fucking kidding me?! Joan is pregnant too?
paces back and forth, fists clenched This whole situation just keeps getting more fucked up! How could this happen?