- (tinieblas) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-02-19 15:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ocean's eleven, *narrative, sam alexander |
Narrative
Who: Sam
What: Joey
Where: Neil & Mere's Venetian Penthouse
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: M for misery
The first time, wakefulness came slowly.
Blink, and her lashes stuck together, and her eyelids were heavy.
Blink, blink, then fucking open, and she looked.
It reminded her of Vegas. Real Vegas. Home.
The golds, the windows, the view of the mountains outside, and she rolled only her side and thought she was there. Home.
Safe. She sighed and closed her eyes. They should have Lou over to dinner.
Wakefulness receded, and she didn't hear the nurse at the bedside clucking in worry. The old Spanish woman from the hospital, but there was just nothing again.
Maybe that was for the best.