Re: Visiting the Hospital
Sam had spent years being the only white person in the room, yeah? She got how it felt to be the weird one in a space full of people not like you. She still felt like that a lot, yeah? For different reasons, and she'd been butthurt about her family for fucking months. But still, with all that, she didn't get that Cris felt out of place. Lou was his friend, and she thought Daniel was too, yeah? In some weird way. And Iris was inoffensive or whatever, quiet as a fucking church mouse always and worried someone was gonna talk at her too loud. So, yeah, Sam didn't get it. But she wasn't being hella observant, fuzzy minded and tired and sore, and maybe that made her selfish. This all probably made her selfish, yeah? Her refusal to go up, because they'd come all this way to see her.
But she couldn't do that walk again, yeah? Not yet, and not knowing what waited at the end.
She knew Cris would clarify, make sure shit was ok, because that was just him. "I'm good," she assured him, her smile a bit more genuine or whatever as he tipped her face. "I'm good. I just don't wanna walk again yet, and outside is right there, yeah?" She pointed, and she grabbed the clove when he tapped her lip with it. Her other hand went for his pocket, where he kept his lighter, and she dipped fingers in denim to tug it out. "Go, ¡Anda!, and show them the baby. I'm not gonna move or bail or anything. It would be fucking impossible with this thing." She motioned to the IV pole. "I'll be in the courtyard. It's kinda nice out tonight, yeah?"
There was security everywhere, and it wasn't like she could score out there or anything. She just wanted a smoke.