Duncan and Gwen...part 7

(Gwen's P.O.V.)

This can't be happening, I thought quietly to myself as I locked the door to my apartment and headed downstairs. My feet padded along quietly against the glossy wooden floor. When I made it to the bottom step, I looked around and saw our doorman standing around. His skinny arms were folded against his chest and his expression was both tired and annoyed. "Is everything all right Gwen? You seem very..." he looked at me in a strange way, trying to decide how to describe my image at that moment. "Um...very, er...stressed."
I looked him dead in the eyes. "I am not stressed Noah! There is nothing wrong with me!" Noah backed away, his expression now filled with fear. I sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh. I've been very...moody today." He seemed to calm down.
"Is there any particular reason you think you feel this way?" He asked. I knew where he was going with this. "You know that you and Duncan aren't very quiet in your apartment, right? I'm surprised that the whole building doesn't know what goes on in there!" Now he seemed to just be complaining.

"Look, Noah." I started. "That is what I am trying to find out now. Please, let me get out of here before Duncan realizes that I haven't left yet." He nodded and stepped out of my way. As I stepped out into the empty parking lot, they clouds overhead started turning gray. I better get out of here, I thought. Before the rain comes...

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The rain poured down on the small pharmacy where I was at. Each droplet sounded like a drumbeat, but without rhythm. Barely anyone was inside, just a few workers and a family. Very quiet, I thought. It wasn't a peaceful kind of quiet either. Almost scary, actually.
I paced up and down one isle, looking for what I needed. Eventually a pharmacist came up and asked me if I needed any help. "Well, I was wondering what I should take for these symptoms..." I told him everything I have been feeling lately, and he gave me a look saying that he was thinking what I have been.

"For those type of symptoms, I would recommend this." He grabbed a small, pink box from the shelf next to me. I took it from his hand and read the label. I was afraid that this would be the reason I felt this way. As I gave him my thanks and walked away, I could hear the rain turning into drizzle.

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Noah was still standing there, acting as if he wanted to. But this time he was thinking. We could all tell when he was, for he is a very deep thinker. There was something on his mind, but I decided not to bother him with it right now. I passed through the doorway and ran up the stairs, my feet now sounding loud and hard against the floor. As i was reaching into my pocket, looking for my house key, a handle from the plastic bag from the pharmacy slipped from my other hand and the little pink box fell down the staircase.
I heard a surprisingly loud thud from the bottom, and then I heard footsteps. "I think you dropped something." Noah handed me back the box. He had obviously read the label. "I told you that you guys aren't very quiet."
I glared at him for a moment, then stuffed the pink box back in the plastic bag. He walked down the stairs with pride in his step. I rolled my eyes as I watched him go, then I turned my key into the keyhole. The door popped open immediately.

I took a quick look around the room to see if Duncan was here. No sign of him. I felt relieved, but then I saw something moving on the couch. He had fallen asleep there, I guess. I tiptoed into the bathroom, holding a tight grip on the plastic bag. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and read the instructions. The first thing I did was take one of the objects out of the little box.
I looked at it. It was amazing that something like this could tell you so much. I followed the remainder of directions, and looked back at the object. The long, skinny thing fell from my hands into the sink. It was true...how can it be? I thought to myself. I used another one of the objects, and another one. All of them came out the same, with two pink lines...